Today was carefully planned, and then it changed! We toured the garden, and I went through two bags of Miracle Grow, making sure all the newbies were well watered.
The next project is to try to tame the wild jungle that is my potting bench. Honestly, it’s like the Bermuda Triangle of gardening tools—once something goes in, it’s never seen again!
There has got to be a better way!!
We wandered through the garden and noticed our pineapple was getting along very well. We cut off the bottom of the little bugger in January after returning from Hawaii and planted it. If all goes well, we will have a pineapple next June (it takes eighteen months).
A pineapple plant can take up to three years to mature and produce fruit, which can take 18–20 months to harvest. A single plant can only make one pineapple per season, but it can continue to produce fruit for up to 50 years.
Pineapples are technically a collective fruit, or multiple fruits, made up of many individual berries that fuse to form a single fruit. The berries fuse to the stalk in the center as the pineapple grows, creating the hexagonal sections on the rind.
Go, baby, go!
Mary packed a “Meals On Wheels” bag, and we went to Dianne’s and delivered goodies to minimize her need to cook for herself.
We watched Navy Seals most of the afternoon, but at 4:00 pm, we stopped and went to the hospital to visit David. He is now at UCI in Orange, a great hospital, and he is known there as he was on staff for almost 40 years. Dr. Mary operated there and taught for 30 years.
At 6:00 p.m., we departed the hospital and headed to Renada’s Bistro, which we visit quite often. We sit down, and the staff knows what we want; no menu is needed. Bob and Donna were already there.
I know I am getting old because when I sit in a rocking chair, I can’t get it going.
Renada’s at the Orange Circle is our “Go To Place.”
Bob and Donna have been friends for many, many years. We saw them dance in the early ’90s and thought we would never be friends because they were so good at dancing they would not want to be associated with people with two left feet. We sat together once and have been friends ever since. Mary has known them for almost as long.
Donna and Bob are special people.
Bob ordered the special, and I ordered whatever Bob did. It was excellent!
While the meal was being prepared, we talked a lot about David and what the future portends for him. Having good friends with whom you can talk is an essential part of living. Donna and Bob are the greatest!
Bob and I had the special.
I know I am getting old because my knees buckle, and my belt won’t.
The manager/owner took these snaps of us just before we departed! He always enjoys our visits, and he gets a good laugh when Bob and I are together.
Just ussins
We have had and will continue to have great adventures, God willing, and the creeks don’t rise!
Loving life.
I know I am getting old because I have quit trying to hold my stomach in, no matter who walks into the room.
When we got home, I came across an old picture and ran it through an AI image processor I use. It came out just as I remembered. I miss my father, who has been gone for 54 years. My deepest wish is to be at least half the man he was.
Yours truly and my father in 1945 (color thanks to AI)
We swung by Aces, but the parking lot was bursting at the seams, so we decided to spare ourselves the hassle and just kept on rolling. The cars were playing a never-ending game of Tetris, and we weren’t about to join in!
Home away home, we were carried by the Silver Fox. We watered the beast (Scout the Wonder Dog) and headed to bed.
