We were up early and turned on the heat; it was 43 degrees outside. Silly Scout wanted out, so I opened the door, and he departed like a rocket. I sliced up an orange, and he was with his nose to the window, saying, “Let me in!”
We walked the garden and have a plan of attack for tomorrow, Friday, as it is an open day! No doctors!
All the cauliflower is gone now; time to tear up the bed and get ready for tomatoes!
We went to Girls’ Night Out and met up with the regulars, plus Irene and her daughter Maria joined us. Bill and Bob, plus Will and Iris, made for a delightful gathering. George sat next to Maria, and they hit it off.
On the way, Mary made reservations for ten people at the next five upcoming dances. We asked for the tables in the back because they have comfy chairs, AND they are next to the bar, duh!
The Elks’ food is difficult to believe; I’d MUCH prefer to go to the Elks for a meal than any fancy restaurant in town,
They had capellini with baby shrimp; it was the best I have ever had.
After seeing this beautiful capellini, I thought, what do you call a noodle that doesn’t drink? Then I solved the riddle, Soba.
The shrimp was excellent, which reminded me of the time I was in the bar, and a couple of shrimp was at the bar next to me, eating a bowl of fries. I went to ask if I could have one, but the bartender stopped me. “Don’t bother,” he said. “They won’t share. They’re two shellfish.”
The swordfish was on the special, and I was going for that until Mary decided she wanted it also. So I changed, and we shared an excellent idea.
Mary shared her swordfish with me.
Maria came down for a few days and is going back to Oregon Friday. Irene is doing quite well, so I will have to tell Scout; Irene is Scout’s babysitter when we go out of town.
Irene and Maria
Bill is the treasurer of the Elks and is a fantastic guy. We laugh a lot, and he ensures we get our desired seats at the lodge. His wife is also a Mary and is a kick to be with when we are out and about. We will see them Saturday evening,
Bill Capps (who is older than me, amazing)
Bill said e is so old that he gets nostalgic when he sees the Neolithic cave paintings.
Bob got caught at work and was a little late today; Iris is 97 and is a kick; up to date on the latest and loves verbal exchanges. I got some excellent material from her. Will was interested in our new hearing aids; he is an audiophile.
Bob, Iris, and Will swap tales.
We were covered head to toe as it was 57 degrees outside when we came inside; I should have worn my hat today!
Just little ol’ us
We departed at 2:30 PM and headed to Laguna Hills to consult with a vascular surgeon about my upcoming procedure. We got a “don’t do it” message until you have exhausted all other options. Dr, Tang was excellent; we both like him. He was funny saying, “I make money doing these operations, but I would not do yours until you talk to your cardiologist seriously about other options.”
I always feel better when my doctor says something is normal for my age, but then I think dying will also be normal for my age at some point.
We returned home via the 405 to Jambaoree and made it before dark. Mary whipped up dinner, and we watched the last episode of “Shooter” and then watched an excellent feel-good romantic movie. That was needed as we had two days of blood and guys with the Shooter.
Time for bed! The older I get, the earlier it gets late.
