I liked seeing the number 195 this morning!
So Mary and I vowed today that we would go three days without wine from February 29th through the 31st! This year I am sure we can do it!
The day was supposed to be full of rain, but the weatherman missed it again. We sat at the kitchen table all day and caught up on things.
First, we made an appointment with a new cardiac doctor from St. Josephs’s. David has known him for forty years, and he is in a group of fifteen cardiac experts. He is also only ten minutes from here instead of Los Alamitos, plus St. Josephs is a good hospital. Providence St. Joseph Hospital Orange is a medical facility in Orange, CA. This hospital has been recognized for America’s 250 Best Hospitals Award™ and Outstanding Patient Experience Award. We’ll see him on March 14th.
If a cardiologist robs a bank, and the police catch him, you can technically call it cardiac arrest.
A new heart doctor is in the wings!
Then we walked the garden and found that Becky’s tulips, which she brought her Mom from Europe, were coming up quite nicely.
Becky’s bulbs are coming up! They are from the Netherlands!
The flowers are trying to leap out of their leaves, and the rain has helped the process.
Anxious, you think?
To the front yard, we went in our jammies and robes to meet and greet our new camellia tree. This looks so nice; we will try to get another one to make the planning asymmetric along the front wall. This little guy may grow to be ten feet tall!
A magnificent flower comes out for several months!
We have another reason; Camellia sinensis is usually called ‘tea plant,’ as it is the most common plant in the world to be used to make tea, usually from young leaves that can be made into green tea, black tea, white tea, oolong tea and other types of tea. While not the showiest of the Camellias, it is the most delicious.
Our camellia tree is doing quite well with all the rain!
The school kids were starting to arrive, so we ducked back inside and returned to our workbench. We finished our St. Patrick’s Day dinner invites, read the Elkhorn, talked to Vicky, made plans for Friday and Saturday night, and did other chores while binged on “New Amsterdam,” the series.
We worked all day at the kitchen table.
Around noon, Mary got the cooking bug, and we made bean soup! Not just beans, she headed to our garden and gathered other goodies such as onions, garlic, and garbanzo beans. The house smelled terrific afternoon, and the pot sizzled. She even dropped in a two-pound hunk of meat we had after I diced it up and removed some of the fast.
This was better than Mom used to make!
The soup she cooks is so thick that the kitchen would go around when she stirs it. I might invest all my money in soup stocks because I want to be a bouillonaire.
My dad believed you should always have soup before your main meal. He was soup-erstitious.
The soup is on!
We had two bowls for dinner and brought some to Jeff, our neighbor, and Jan. We had our last glass of wine for three days at Jan’s. Silly us, we stayed up until past 11:00 pm watching New Amsterdam; we are on Season two, episode ten.
