Cool and sunny here. K and A back from their respective track meets with no one coming in last--but late (around 9 p.m.) so they were dog tired, ate a ton and fell in a heap. Lots of amusing talk about the races, the strategies and thinking around these events and of course, when relevant, the bus trip home. A has a meet on Saturday but no K. So, I am thinking K and I will go up to Montezuma National Bird Sanctuary for a walk and photo party. I think this is perfect for us--and A has little to no interest in this sort of fruity stuff. Golf, girls and grub. That's the program for him.

The wine labels progress. I think we will have them wrapped up today. This whole color thing arose yesterday with my client--the fact that monitors and printers do not render the colors accurately (particularly when using PMS (Pantone Matching System) --Pantone colors which are custom mixed and not a blend of CMYK resulting in pure color. CMYK tends to go greyer (which in some cases is great) and is a lot less predictable than PMS colors). But the communication of color hovers as a trouble zone with this digital media--and I think this is why this European group we are working with insists of lab color albeit this is a zone of abstraction independent of monitors or any method of output. It is pure in the numbers--but you still get into this same some of what is right and correct. This problem is not just mine--and I would hope that the big Adobe Machine will get their arms around this as it is a continual bother for us. We have UPC codes, correct copy and have done the back and forth on color and crop. Looks pretty good.

House of Health was great again. The steam engine people were there, blowing steam and huffing and puffing--and all the rest of us were zombie like on our treadmills waiting for the kernel of corn to drop down when we are done. The inlet was beautiful. It is fun to be higher than the ducks when they fly and watch them drop down, down, down, legs down, down and land expectedly into the water. Fish were jumping. Magnolias are opening. Cherry trees in their odd, unnatural pinky purple moment and the glorious white blossomed trees. It is spring albeit we had frost on the grass.

More off the list. Have some touchy emails to write, so gotta go. This little post got my writing heart rate into the training zone, so I can be tactful with the touchiness, or at least I hope.

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