Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Reiki Level II

Bar and I are now officially Reiki practitioners. Having trained for Level II. We’ll begin tomorrow with Mr. Boy watched over by Reiki master Cindi Barnette and move on to five more through July. But I may start distant sessions next week using a teddy bear as a surrogate.

Big rain yesterday

It poured off and on for an hour or two, drenching some places around town with 1-3 inches, but not adding any water to our cabinet problem, making me wonder if maybe the neighbor’s craftsmen didn’t cause it, after all, by screwing up somehow.

Had visiting Mr. Boy get down and check out all the cabinet interiors for water but found none. His 20-year-old bod perfectly suited for such contortions which mine, at 76, can no longer venture without bone and muscle punishment.

Little fear in Aggieland

Mr. Boy visiting for a barbeque supper with stepdaughter and her beau last week said he hasn’t seen any masked folks in College Station nor is social distancing practiced. Said he’d seen “a lot more fear” in Austin and environs. Though A&M has canceled in-person classes and is carrying on online.

Death by dog

I admit to being a trifle uneasy at Mr. Boy’s acquisition of a golden retriever puppy while still in college at Texas A&M. He and his girlfriend take turns taking care of Olive.

I’m sure they’d be the last to worry about something like this horror story, but maybe they should. It’s the nice thing about a cat, though their claws can infect you as well. Animals as pets are a gamble.

Via Planck’s Constant

Virus be damned, Big Apple, here we come

Mr. Boy and his lady love, Aggies both, Ubered to the airport before dawn this morning for their Spring Break trip to New York City—epicenter (maybe) of the Corona Virus.

Who cares? They’re young, healthy and exuberant. And they saved up for it. Gonna take an AirBNB in Queens and see the sights, especially art galleries and museums. And probably do a little clubbing. Or a lot. They return on Sunday from their whirlwind, four-day tour.

UPDATE:  They returned early, sobered by the empty streets, and closed museums. Were glad to get home.

Mr Boy home

School’s out until 2020. He made all As this semester (including biology and chemistry) and still has his eye set on being a physician’s associate. “It’s the only thing I can see myself doing,” he said.

Crown Molding

The promised pic of the new crown molding at the mini-rancho. That’s 4 and 1/2 inches x 3/4 inches in Mr. B.’s room, the only one so far with an outer corner to show off the molding joint. With blue ceiling and so-far un- repainted yellow walls.