May today was real  real sweet and  un – gray.   Which is how  May  for us here in New  York.  Has so far gone down as grossly gray.   It being Saturday makes me feel  … gay even older as I am now.  In some way  Saturday retains it,s special magic.   I  chose a sunny spot at the front corner of the front lawn.  To put my chair and myself there.  Blowing breezes caused maple tree seeds to flutter and fall to the ground.   A name for them during my childhood was whirly birds.   I spent an enjoyable while seeing if I could catch some.  Well I couldn,t.      I pretended that they were a group of enemy mini drones.  So we lost the battle , not without putting up an effort.  The silver lining of it was that it felt truly extra awesome to be out then and there.  Hey take care everybody.