Nice warm spring day. For me, it's gonna' have to do for summer because I won't get a summer this year.  

Today was the official first of the last days. It could be the last time that I'll do many things. Last trip to the stables. Last trip to the local music store. And it goes on and on. 

After leaving the stables, I had to buy a new pair of shoes. Toss the old ones. The old ones have been near livestock, and this causes fumigation and perhaps quarantine issues. So I went through Target for the last time. I remember going through Target at the peak of the Silicon Valley recession in 2002. I think there were three people in the entire football-field size store. Today was a sharp contrast. It was bustling. Good to see the valley alive again. It's been a long recovery.

Then over to the music store. I picked up a Blueridge and serenaded the Washburns and Martins with it. Used to sell Blueridge. This turned out to be the finest sounding guitar in the entire store, very pleasant. Said goodbye to the clerks who all know me by name. Even a former customer of mine out shopping for Strats wished me well.

Some of the last times have already happened. But today was the first day that I've started to take notice.