We started back to the gym today after nearly four weeks of absence! Well, I must say I did not miss the crushing of bones and the pulling of tendons. It’s good to be back! After the workout, I noticed my ability to gracefully slide into the driver’s seat of The Silver Fox was markedly improved – there is no need for a shoe horn or buttering up the seat anymore!
We are getting good at this gym stuff!
We had some plans, but Dianne called and asked if we would go to the hospital, make sure David eats lunch, and watch him while she takes care of the paperwork to get him transferred to UCI. We were more that pleased to help!
David was alert and ready for lunch!
When we departed the hospital around 2:30 p.m., my iPhone burped and said, “I know what you were doing eight years ago!” This was worrisome, so I pushed the button and got two pictures from the Trump Beer and Wine Festival and the Trump golf course.
Eight years ago, beautiful Amy and the beast (our son Joe) were tasting beer and wine!
We visited the event with the Zs and the kids and had a great day on the course, tasting all sorts of wine and beer.
Amy is a sweetheart!!
We returned home just in time to take a short nap of forty winks before the cleaning crew arrived. Mary went first, and I had to wake her up as her snoring was scaring Scout; he thought he was being chased by a buzzsaw!
After the crew started, we returned to Tustin and went to the Laguna Nursery. They have a lovely gift shop, and we were looking for some goodies for Donna’s birthday!
Laguna is a small nursery but packed with surprises!
We were initially planning to brave the wilds of the restaurant world, but we both needed more motivation and, let’s be honest, meals at home are always better. So, we decided to retreat to our fortress of solitude (also known as Casa Valencia) and rustle up some steak, applesauce, and a mini salad. Oh, and let’s not forget the vino! Dinner was ready faster than it takes for a pizza to arrive, and we realized we’re basically culinary superheroes. Move over, Gordon Ramsay!
The pan-seared steak was excellent!
It was so hot that we knew Jeff would be inside, so we called and said we would visit him at about 7:30 p.m. We walked the garden quickly and had to give some of our plants a little hose to dirt resuscitation as the 100-degree heat got to them!
In just a few more days of, this heat and relief will come (we hope).
We walked over at 7:30 pm and met him at the door and we all decided it had cooled enough so we sat outside and solved the problems of the world, again!
We were back in our top-secret hideaway at 8:30 pm! My sweet tooth was causing chaos, so I whipped up my famous “spoonful” dessert!
It’s a complicated recipe: one large spoon of vanilla ice cream, a small handful of frozen blueberries, and a generous two-toot serving of diet out-of-can topping! Mary decided to go rogue and opted for a yogurt bar instead. It’s a good thing she’s not on dessert duty for our covert operation as we would be easily spotted, but the sound of the whipped cream aerosol can sounds.
It was time to swim and I joined MAry since mt wounds were healed up.
Splish-Splash, she was taking a bath!
After a dip in the pool, which was 90 degrees, we were ready to witness the heroic antics of the Seal Team as they took down the bad guys once again!
At 11:00 p.m., I closed up the house, turned on the whole house fan, made the beds ready, and watered the dog. Then, with the skill of a Ginsu knife expert on the Home Shopping Network, I approached the sleeping bear and woke her up—oh my!
Like a zombie, Mary marched down the hallway, turning right on one leg, and plopped into bed. Thirteen microseconds later, I heard the buzz-saw go on and knew she was in for a good night’s sleep!
