It is back to work, and the office is on Monday. A 6AM start, not the usual 7AM, and work from home day.
Today, going backward, I had a nice dinner with Mariah and Corwin at the bar for the nearby Spaghetti Factory, where Corwin sold us all on ordering the three meatballs with spaghetti, the Sicilian meatball version. It was terrific (the pasta was slightly overcooked and rather industrial than freshly made, but the meatballs made it all work) and went well with a salad with their creamy pesto dressing. I skipped the bread, but it, as usual, smelled and looked great. I had a ginger ale and bourbon for a drink. Switching to hard liquor from beer. I only had one. Moving to coffee, we chatted for an hour. We had spumoni ice cream, a small scoop for me, for dessert. I did manage to pay the bill before Lacy, our waiter, went home. She shared with us that she was a new waiter, and I saw that she did not have many tables, so I am sure she could use the 20% tip for three people with drinks.
I then drove Corwin home. He has agreed to house-sit for me on the week I am away. I offered a small fee per day (he could use some money, which means he has to show up), use of the house, and what food he finds (there is plenty). I did not want the house empty while I was away for over a week.
Air Volvo got me home. The wind warnings we had earlier seemed unnecessary, and it is drying out tonight.
Before this, I was reading and finished my book, again surprised by the ending. I will return to Canada again in the future for another murder, but first, my new favorite Watson-like writer, Lyndsay Fay, has a book on the Ripper and Holmes and Watson that looks fun. I read these primarily on my Kindle.
I cleaned up the long table in the family room, adding to the mess that is in the garage, but I can return to painting figures now. Something I have wanted to return to. Also, I suspect the long recovery from the brain surgery will give me a chance to paint. It will also be a good test after the surgery.
I also finished the wash but have not yet put it away. I did the dishes. I am starting to put away some of Susie’s items, too. I am finally feeling like I can do that. Many will end up given to Good Will. For example, I found five purses for various uses that are barely used. None of these were really a favorite.
I talked to Leta, and she had a change for Susie’s Obituary, which we are working to complete. I may have to shorten it for some publications, but Leta thought it was good. I will take a few more days and then start to publish the free ones, and then I will pay for some here, maybe Skating Magazine and various newspapers here and in Michigan.
Leta is feeling better, and her mobility is improving. Barb, Gordon, and Emma (her daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter) have been upgrading her house to work better for someone with only one working arm. Leta is quite pleased. She also said the cabinet she bought from my dad at Wild’s Furniture in the 1980s went to the curb, and someone took it as it was “free.” Funny to think of those days when Leta would visit and then find something she needed. Dad would deliver and even install it.
Dad, in the 1980s, offered to sell you a TV in Laingsburg, Michigan, at Wild’s Furniture and Appliances, Inc., “We Beat City Prices.”
Lunch was started while I was writing the blog in the morning. I started to defrost some chicken thighs in water and then boiled them. Next, I lit the gas grill and covered the chicken with BBQ sauce from a bottle. I made a salad to go with the chicken. I had an apple for dessert and a few cookies. A light meal for me.
I wrote the blog and rushed to make the church service, but my colon decided it needed to empty with some acceleration–quick action avoided a tragedy. I was not enjoying the process and felt entirely off. I sent a text to Dondrea that I would miss. I finished the blog and read and tried not to throw up or explode. Not very nice. Constipated.
This passed (yes, I know), and lunch worked, and I felt better. I stayed home, organized things, and kept quiet. So it was a dull day except for a nice dinner and a good lunch at home.
I woke at 7:30AM and felt good. I made a bagel, a NYC one, and some NYC Zabar’s grind in my French press.
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