Kyle has initiated a plan to purchase a triple-unit home somewhere in the Boston area. The idea is that each sibling would own one of the units. The concept is still in its infancy, but Nicolai and Maya seem interested in exploring the possibilities, and Kyle has already started identifying possible candidates. Jeanine and I like the idea and will be very interested to see what develops.

Pictured above is the Cambridge Reservoir. It is almost entirely devoid of water. We have been experiencing drought conditions in Massachusetts for the last several weeks. This has led to the highest level of wildfire warnings we have ever seen since moving here some twenty years ago. Thankfully, we received rain today, and more is forecast for tomorrow.

For large parts of the year, the wetlands in the foreground of the photo above are underwater. We have had very little rain for the last three months, allowing the area to dry out. Surprisingly, this has introduced a lovely palette of colors. Fortunately, there is rain in the forecast for this evening which we badly need.

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is gray
I’ve been for a walk
On a winter’s day 

These California Dreaming lyrics came to mind as I took an extended walk today as part of my hamstring rehab routine. While the leaves may have lost all their color, not so for this Purple Japanese Barberry shrub, which I encountered on my excursion. At the time of my injury, I thought my season was over. Now, I feel like there is a 50/50 chance I will have healed enough to play in the finals this Sunday. Time will tell if this is just a dream.

I spent most of the day narrowing down options for a new sofa to replace the old one (less than a year old), which the kids have declared unacceptable. Jeanine has approved the final candidate, although we still have to settle on fabric and color. I verified that it fits in our living area when configured with our two swivel chairs, and the only downside is that it will not arrive until March if we order now.

While on our recent road trip in Jeanine’s 2016 BMW X1, we crossed the 100,000-mile threshold. It remains in excellent working order, and it just got a set of four new tires. Even so, we decided it was time for Jeanine to get a new car. It is also an opportunity to divest ourselves of the last remaining carbon-emitting thing in our lives, hence the decision to get an all-electric vehicle. Car shopping is not Jeanine’s thing so I narrowed the set of choices. She has been happy with the mid-size SUV format of the X1 so I down selected for that configuration. The cars I recommended; Volvo EX30, Audi Q4 Etron, VW ID4, Tesla Model Y, Kia EV6. The Volvo was her first pick but will not be available until later next year. The VW is on a sales hold while a door handle defect is corrected (no telling when). Our mutual feelings about Elon Musk precluded the Tesla from consideration as well as my prior issues with the Model X I briefly owned. The Kia was rejected for questionable styling attributes. That left us with the Audi Q4 Etron the baby brother of my Etron. Jeanine insisted I check for a used car before looking at new ones, something I felt would be a waste of time given that the Q4 was just introduced last year. She did not want the pressure of having to worry about being ultra careful with a new car. Low and behold, we found exactly one used car in the color she wanted at a dealer in Connecticut. I made the 100 mile trip to East Windsor, inspected the car for damage, and did a test drive. If not for the 10,000 miles on the odometer, the car was indistinguishable from new and was the fully loaded Prestige 50 Quattro all-wheel drive version with a range of 236 miles. After some price negotiation, I purchased the car and it will be delivered to us in Concord in about two weeks.

Now that we have been living in our new house for some time, we have mostly settled on what should go in each of the 44 drawers in the kitchen. Today, I worked on building partitions to keep the contents organized. It is somewhat time-consuming but also very satisfying once everything has its place. With only five completed so far, I will have plenty to keep me busy over the winter when I most enjoy spending time in the shop.

Maya has been dating Owen for a little over 2 years now. He is Canadian and grew up in Waterloo, where he attended university before moving to Boston for a job with Formlabs as a mechanical engineer. His parents still maintain a home there but temporarily live in Dallas, where his father is Group Vice President for the Quality Division of Toyota Motor, North America. His mother is a retired CPA. Jeanine and I met them for the first time this evening when we hosted them and the kids for dinner. We had a wonderful evening, and we will be reminded of it every day for the next week as we ration out the beautiful chocolates we received as a gift.

Ever since purchasing a new sofa for the River House, there has been nothing but complaints from Jeanine and the kids. When Jeanine and I made the selection last year, it met all of the requirements we had established at the time: part of an arrangement to seat five, organic shape, low profile, and sized to fit our space. We forgot to consider sprawl, however. Our kids grew up with a Thayer Coggin couch on which all three could lay down and nap simultaneously. Even though that sectional was still in good condition, it was too large to fit in the new house and we were fortunate to sell it with our last house. Today, I acquiesced to the relentless pressure and began the search for a new sectional sofa. I am doing the leg work while Jeanine is busy with her volunteer work. She and the kids will all be required to sign an acceptance agreement before we buy the replacement. For the record, the new couch will allow for the sprawl of only two adults. A third adult can sprawl on the sofa in the adjacent home theater.

Pictured above are my brother (right) and I attempting to remove a log from the Mohawk River near Cohoes Falls. I was reminded of this image by my cousin Vincent, who shared a remembrance of my father’s best friend, a musician named Alex Rymanowski. We used to go to the river and wade out through the shallow water to an uninhabited island. Vincent came across an article in Modern Machine Shop about a Dennis Rymanowski, the son or nephew of Alex (Al) who with Dennis continued the Rymanowski Band long after Alex passed away and his brother John retired. What a blast from the past. Vincent also shared a story of meeting a guy in Maryland on their first day of work only to discover that he was driving the Corvette previously owned by the Vice Principal of the high school I attended in Schenectady, NY. Hard to imagine the probability of either of these connections and Vincent’s ability to connect the dots.

There are currently six Wienermobiles in existence, all of which are actively used for promotional purposes across the United States. Today, while driving to lunch with Jeanine, we encountered one in the wild. These iconic hot dog-shaped vehicles are part of a marketing campaign by Oscar Mayer and are driven by a select group of college graduates known as “Hotdoggers”. The Wienermobile fleet has a rich history, with the first model introduced in 1936. Since then, the fleet has seen various iterations and upgrades, but the current lineup consists of six vehicles that tour the country year-round, often appearing at events and parades.

The boys joined us this evening to watch the finals of the inaugural Women’s Amputee Soccer World Cup. Kyle arrived with dinner in hand, a godsend since Jeanine was otherwise occupied, and told me I was on my own for food. The finals were between the USA and the host nation, Columbia. The match ended in a 1:1 tie and was decided by a one-goal difference in the penalty kick shootout, with Columbia the victor. Although it was a disappointing result for the Americans, the tournament represents a major milestone in the sport of Amputee Soccer.

My own soccer career may have come to an end this morning. During our final match of the season before the playoffs, I suffered a fairly severe hamstring injury. For some time now, I have been wondering how many more seasons I have in me (or rather, how many more miles I can put on my decrepit knees), and today’s injury may be the signal that it is time to hang up my cleats. Time will tell.

Postscript: We won our match 2:0, and I played 70 minutes as a striker. My injury happened after I intercepted a clearance and had a good opportunity to score.

Jeanine and I enjoyed a plant-shopping outing today. We purchased four small troughs that fit neatly on the window sill over the kitchen sink. I filled one with succulents, and Jeanine filled the other three with herbs and lovely little plants. It was a small effort with a massive joy dividend.

One of my soccer teammates is a season ticket holder for the New England Revolution. He made me aware of a recent article in the organization’s “From The Pitch” newsletter that features Nicolai and amputee soccer. I look forward to the day when Nico makes me aware of such media coverage rather than having to learn about it from friends after the fact.