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Race Ya!!
We got up, and it was dark out; the time change struck again! We had our morning coffee and pamplemousse* before suiting up for the next 100 minutes of our bi-weekly agony. From the house to the gym is a mere ten minutes of unbriadled anticipation.
Through the door and into Peak Performance, we pranced for a mid-week jaw-rattling, bone-crushing vacation in the Land of Torture. I honestly thought someone brought breakfast and was demolishing a bowl of Rice Krispies—turns out it was just my skeleton snap-crackle-popping its way between machines like it was there for band practice.
You can do it!
After the workout and applying a lot of horse liniment* to each other, we stopped by the bagel house, but they were sold out. Instead, we made a”Colleen Approved” Dunkin’ run and left with two lattes, an egg bite, and a cream cheese–filled plain bagel.
Then it was off to home to make sure the house was clean before the house cleaners arrived, scheduled at 11:30 am.
Just before they showed up (courtesy of our many security cameras), we dived into the car and headed to Huntington Beach for our monthly hairdo session. We arrived early, so we wandered next door to the Black Trumpet and “killed time” the classy way: a glass of wine and two “small” plates of their finest lunchtime appetizers. Mary went to work on the veal meatballs, while I bravely attacked a pile of shrimp drowning in a luscious Italian sauce—because heroes don’t wear capes; they bring bread for the extra sauce. Calories be damned! We are fearless.
Veal meatballs are typically made from ground veal (young calf), often mixed with breadcrumbs, egg, milk/ricotta, herbs, and Parmesan for tenderness. Because veal is lean and mild, recipes often add pork or beef (or extra fat like pancetta) to keep the meatballs juicy.
Come on in!!
Since the salon was right next door, we told Tammie to text when she was ready—and of course, her message popped up the moment we finished brunch. Mary headed next door first, and I stayed behind to enjoy one more glass of vino. I thought that might help kill the pain when I get my haircut.
After my vico, I wandered next door to see how the magic was doing! Like magic, I can now see her face since the bangs were shortened.
Wow! What a beauty!
I can remember well that, thirty years ago today, our grandson #3 was born in Whittier. It was a good day, and all the grandparents were there, celebrating. Here we are 30 years later!
Connor lives about an hour south of us and works in real estate financing.
Connor, Aunt Colleen, and one of our recent parties!
We are lucky to have him kinda near by, so we get to see him whenever we have family get-togethers. His mother is estranged from the family, and that is a good thing. His brother and family live in La Habra, and we see them regularly.
A few hairs earlier!
After the haircut and trip home, we stopped by Ralph’s Market and gathered the ingredients for the Saturday St. Patrick’s Day party at our house. Twenty pounds of corned beef later, we departed the market with the wheels on the shopping cart creaking under the strain!
I’m having daydreams about night things in the middle of the afternoon – Great name for a song!!
After stashing the groceries away, we did a garden perimeter check—basically the plant version of tucking everyone into bed—making sure everything was watered up, because we’ve got 90-degree days coming and my vegetables do not handle heat like emotionally stable adults.
At first I thought it was a green bat swooping down to raid the garden then I figured out it was Mary ion ther semi-St Patraick’s day outfit!
We were both pooped out and decided that a soak in the hot tub would be a good move, so I opened the cover, dropped in some “stinky-stuff”, and belly-floppped in from the roof of the house, making a small tsunami.
I looked up the word “tsunami” on Wikipedia. I was surprised at the definition: “A tsunami is a large wave normally triggered by large earthquakes that occur near or under the ocean, volcanic eruptions, submarine landslides, Paul jumping into a body of water, or onshore landslides in which large volumes of debris fall into the water.”
After the water had settled down, we did enjoy a small glass of wine!
We get plenty of time to talk and catch up. At the same time, the warm H?O and those water jets power-wash away the lingering aches from today’s adventures—basically turning us from “brave explorers” back into “functioning humans.”
We wish this were true!!
We called Robin and Colleen and gave them the full play-by-play. Everyone’s doing great! Then we tried (again) to watch the last episode of Suits, but the hot swim spa hit us like a tranquilizer dart. Next thing we knew, we’d time-traveled to 10:30 pm and had to wake up to go to bed.
