Had, what I consider to be, a productive weekend
Him: Are you around? I went fishing this weekend. How much stripped bass do you want?
Him: Want to meet me in front of MSG near the taxi stand around 4?
Went down to Madison Square Garden this past Sunday, fighting off tourists, and met up with my buddy Steele for what could easily have passed for cocaine transaction but instead involved striped bass.
As I stood in front of the queue for taxis and watched people come and go with their luggage I thought it pretty funny that I was probably the only one there for a fish-related transaction.
Well, it is NYC, I could be wrong. You never know.
As for the rest of my weekend, when the guy came to fix the radiator last week, realized that I have boxes and boxes of old files and books still.
So I I bought this scanner and went to town on them.
In all, I filled three 30 gallon recycling bags full of paper.
Now I’ve got fresh fish in the freezer and 90 gallons less paper in the house. Not quite paperless but close.
A pretty good weekend if you ask me.
You may disagree but when you turn 40, these are big accomplishments. Big.