Today was just a weird day. It started off slow, just hanging out quietly, our day’s plans hinging on impending weather. Do we have baseball practice? Is there a chance to do some work in the yard?

And then I found out that a mentor and inspiration had been moved to hospice care. I was asked if I wanted to come and visit with her. My message for today is … never say no to that. I accepted the invitation and will always be grateful that I did. I went to visit Sharon, and while she was physically very week, she knew who I was. I took the opportunity to tell her how much she meant to me … how much I’ve learned from her. I shared stories and visited with her daughter. I probably overstayed my welcome, but it just felt right to be there. And then I found out that she passed away peacefully just a  few hours after I left. Had I declined the invitation or given an “I’ll try to get by next week”, I would have missed my opportunity.

What does this have to do with beer? In a weird way, I think they’re very closely related. Life is short … enjoy it. It’s kinda the whole point of this series in February. It’s about enjoying life and life’s moments while we can. I’m glad I said yes to the opportunity. And I’m glad that I choose new beers whenever I can. It’s a tiny way to experience more of what life has to offer.

As trivial as it sounds after all that …

  • Breakfast – nothing. The morning got away from me and I just never ate. Good on calories … not good on health.
  • Lunch – I got home from hospice later in the day, and so I had a PB&J and some chips. Not my worst decision ever.
  • Dinner – we went to Mellow Mushroom. But I was pretty smart. I split a meatball sub with my youngest and had a side salad with it.  A pretty solid day for me.


Pizza I didn’t eat in the background

So, I ordered a Creature Comforts Tropicalia on draft, because nothing else on the menu excited me. It’s a great fallback option, although it doesn’t really push the boundaries either. The funny part is, my beer was delivered, and I didn’t jump right into it immediately. The server came over, before I had any, and asked “Can you check? Is that Tropicalia or is it Bud Light?” Those two are as different as golf and curling. They’re both sports, but that’s where the similarities end.

So, yes, she had mistakenly given me a Bud Light (and I had thought that it looked very clear for a Trop when she first brought it), and I’m glad she warned me. Or yikes, it would have been a very bad shock to the system! A pretty solid little Saturday, albeit a very disjointed one.
February 17, 2019
Mike Pennington

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Mike Pennington, normal, 40-ish, father of three, living the suburban dream north of Atlanta.  

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