Volume VI featuring . . .
* Top-notch economist does diapers
* A Plethora of Pasta
* Googling Ciclopirox
* Movie night - Prisoners
* Have fare Will travel
(gotta be OLD for THAT reference)
* Sam Joke #3. (Renate's bagel joke)
* Random internet photo
* This week's featured chefs:
Mary Jane, Anthony & Molly
(déja vue)
Chris (déja vue)
Gloria (déja vue)
Anthony (déja vue)
* Prayer: "God bless déja vue"
Day 36 Saturday 9/21
* Top-notch economist does diapers
* A Plethora of Pasta
* Googling Ciclopirox
* Movie night - Prisoners
* Have fare Will travel
(gotta be OLD for THAT reference)
* Sam Joke #3. (Renate's bagel joke)
* Random internet photo
* This week's featured chefs:
Mary Jane, Anthony & Molly
(déja vue)
Chris (déja vue)
Gloria (déja vue)
Anthony (déja vue)
* Prayer: "God bless déja vue"
Day 36 Saturday 9/21
Slept until 9! Went to bed 1 A.M. but still a record sleep. Only up three times for bathroom/water.
Went through mail that I brought from home. Did some bills.
Same lunch as yesterday - I LIKE it: Anthony's eggplant Parm and pasta salad.
I spent 45 minutes wandering the neighborhood looking for a mailbox that picks up on Saturday. I could swear I passed one recently, but I don't know where. I guess I should've looked for an app.
Brad Hunter dropped by to check on me and my new digs. Brad graduated from Twin Lakes High School in '81, active in debate which I assisted. There's a host of friends from around those times - many of whom were contributors to that PayPal gift.
Brad went to my college Alma Mater, U of Pennsylvania - except he went to Wharton, their top ranked school of Economics. Wharton regularly vies with likes of Harvard and ... wait... let me Google.....
YIKES! I'm living in the past! Ninth! 9th! US News & WR 2013 rankings: Harvard, MIT, Princeton, U Chicago, Stanford, UC Berkely, Northwestern, Yale, Penn (NOT "Penn State"). Columbia, NYU, and U of Minnesota biting at the heels.
How the mighty have fallen.
In 1972, in an introductory class with 25 or 30 students, Economics I, my teacher was Robert Summers, father of Larry Summers. I was such a science person that I paid little mind to a guest lecturer he brought by one day, Paul Samuelson - his brother (who had NOT changed the family name). Samuelson had won the Nobel prize two years earlier. He was a Keynesian, highly $ucce$$ful author of Economics textbooks, and had been adviser to Presidents Kennedy and Johnson.
Eh. I was a science person.
Brad works for Metrostudy. Brad's specialty is research and consulting related to housing, especially large builder's projects. And lately consults large corporations when they consider take-over of other building firms.
He's occasionally quoted in journals, newspapers, Bloomberg.
More important ... at the age of... you do the math..it's all there... he's recently married and now the proud dad of daughter Sage, a few months old. She was born at home with two mid-wives present.
More pertinent to me, Brad credits me with releasing his performing side ... amateur Stand-up comedy, Karaoke, Madrigal singing. Back in high school I'd make debaters sing barbershop "tags", and even a whole song - with TRULY inappropriate lyrics (hindsight) designed to coax a teenager to participate in legitimate harmonic vocals.
I was looking forward to bouncing some economic thoughts off Brad. I was happy that he agrees that the old rule of thumb about housing prices should still apply: 3 to 4 times annual income. This means that home prices really shouldn't and can't keep rising sustainably as many realtors and some financial advisers predict, praise, and encourage. And he tells me that he says as much when publicly asked. He has no agenda to over-inflate the market. Bless him.
Mary Jane, Anthony, and his friend Molly cooked for us again. They made baked ziti, using only fresh herbs and cube steak for the beef.
Did you ever Google pasta?
In Wikipedia (pasta), ziti is compared to rigatoni,
Wikipedia chooses to classify 175 pastas into these shapes:
Went through mail that I brought from home. Did some bills.
Same lunch as yesterday - I LIKE it: Anthony's eggplant Parm and pasta salad.
I spent 45 minutes wandering the neighborhood looking for a mailbox that picks up on Saturday. I could swear I passed one recently, but I don't know where. I guess I should've looked for an app.
Brad Hunter dropped by to check on me and my new digs. Brad graduated from Twin Lakes High School in '81, active in debate which I assisted. There's a host of friends from around those times - many of whom were contributors to that PayPal gift.
Brad went to my college Alma Mater, U of Pennsylvania - except he went to Wharton, their top ranked school of Economics. Wharton regularly vies with likes of Harvard and ... wait... let me Google.....
YIKES! I'm living in the past! Ninth! 9th! US News & WR 2013 rankings: Harvard, MIT, Princeton, U Chicago, Stanford, UC Berkely, Northwestern, Yale, Penn (NOT "Penn State"). Columbia, NYU, and U of Minnesota biting at the heels.
How the mighty have fallen.
In 1972, in an introductory class with 25 or 30 students, Economics I, my teacher was Robert Summers, father of Larry Summers. I was such a science person that I paid little mind to a guest lecturer he brought by one day, Paul Samuelson - his brother (who had NOT changed the family name). Samuelson had won the Nobel prize two years earlier. He was a Keynesian, highly $ucce$$ful author of Economics textbooks, and had been adviser to Presidents Kennedy and Johnson.
Eh. I was a science person.
Brad works for Metrostudy. Brad's specialty is research and consulting related to housing, especially large builder's projects. And lately consults large corporations when they consider take-over of other building firms.
He's occasionally quoted in journals, newspapers, Bloomberg.
More important ... at the age of... you do the math..it's all there... he's recently married and now the proud dad of daughter Sage, a few months old. She was born at home with two mid-wives present.
More pertinent to me, Brad credits me with releasing his performing side ... amateur Stand-up comedy, Karaoke, Madrigal singing. Back in high school I'd make debaters sing barbershop "tags", and even a whole song - with TRULY inappropriate lyrics (hindsight) designed to coax a teenager to participate in legitimate harmonic vocals.
I was looking forward to bouncing some economic thoughts off Brad. I was happy that he agrees that the old rule of thumb about housing prices should still apply: 3 to 4 times annual income. This means that home prices really shouldn't and can't keep rising sustainably as many realtors and some financial advisers predict, praise, and encourage. And he tells me that he says as much when publicly asked. He has no agenda to over-inflate the market. Bless him.
Day 37 Sunday 9/22
Went to gym again a little. Also walked to Publix. And walked home and slept!
Went to gym again a little. Also walked to Publix. And walked home and slept!
Did you ever Google pasta?
In Wikipedia (pasta), ziti is compared to rigatoni,
| Rigatoni | Medium-Large tube with square-cut ends, sometimes slightly curved | Large lined ones |
| Ziti | Long, narrow hose-like tubes sized smaller than rigatoni but larger than mezzani. The addition of the word rigati (e.g. ziti rigati) denotes lines or ridges on the pasta's surface. | Zito is Italian for "bridegroom. |
- 1 Long noodles (22 varieties described)
- 2 Ribbon-cut noodles (27 varieties described)
- 3 Short-cut extruded pasta (39 varieties described)
- 4 Decorative shapes (36 varieties described)
- 5 Minute pasta (small) (31 varieties described)
- 6 Stuffed pasta (16 varieties described)
- 7 Irregular shapes (only 4 varieties described)
- And to think I used to be impressed that Inuit ("Eskimos") had a measly 53 words for snow. Linguistic amateurs!
One of the more unique illustrations of pasta is a poster listed in Slate. It can be made full screen, but is still awkward to view - but interesting arrangement.
- Mary Jane's ziti noodles were moist and tender.
- Fresh herbs give a healthy feel to the food.
- I ate it on the Sunday night, and all of us had some on Monday.
- But I told Mary Jane that her desserts are her forte. Last time the brownies. This time the gooey pumpkin squares - crazy sweet, and pumpkiny good.
This became bordeline traumatic for Chris. He enjoyed a few of those caloric morsels, and finally convinced himself that he should get more serious about a diet. By Tuesday - though I still had the ziti at lunch (and Wednesday too) - Chris was shopping to cook fish for that night. (And I'm glad he did)
Day 38 Monday 9/23
I wandered in morning to Publix, and by sheer luck, Angela spotted me walking out and gave me a ride to the condo, We went upstairs and she changed the dressing on my pins.
Appointment with Dr. Hansen, a podiatrist in Lake Worth.
The truth is...(no one's listening in, we agreed earlier) ... I needed my toenails cut; I couldn't do it and wasn't trusting others I knew. My large toenails are distorted with pretty severe fungus and THAT's the basis for Dr. Mendelson referring me to a podiatrist.
After being admitted into the waiting room, I'm sat with my feet in a cleaning whirlpool for several minutes. Then Dr. Hansen saw me. I liked his manner, his friendly professionalism.
I inquired about treating my toenail fungus. Years ago I nixed taking pills that risk liver damage. Seemed dumb. Nothing topical was recommended by doctors.
But now Dr. Hansen prescribed Ciclopirox. It will take months, but should work, applied once per day, preferably night. Googling for this blog shows me I'm also warding off toenail HIV - or something like that. It kills HIV cells in cultures. Not as promising as the headline sounds, because it's a topical treatment, and HIV would require systemic application. But studying the mechanism might lead to better treatments.
I lunched again on Mary Jane's beef ziti.
I walked to the WPB library to return a book (Don Quixote) that Chris' brother checked out for me. 10 cents fine.
Next - a milestone - I took the free trolley to the TriRail station on Tamarind.
On the west side of the tracks is the Intermodal Transit Center - deservedly-named because Amtrak and the 3-county Tri-Rail use the tracks there. Also Greyhound buses show there. Many of the county's Palm Tran buses stop there. Plus the free downtown trolley. And taxis.
A very slow elevator delivers people to the overhead cross walk to get to the other side of the tracks. Many people run the steps, anxious to catch a bus or train.
The #41 bus quickly left me 3 miles west near ther Pollo Tropical close to Cardinal Newman HS. I walked to Walgreens to request a routine refill of Timolol eye drops (for borderline, controlled glaucoma), and for the Ciclopirox - the nail fungus medicine.
Then I walked to my eye doctor's office.
My brother had taken my broken eyeglasses to their in-house optician for repair.
Replacement was needed. I finally got the new ones (had been wearing an old spare)
Right next door is Chik-fil-A where I decided to eat. I met an old acquaintance there - Gary Kasper. He's an interesting guy - has a degree in Physics, passed his Law Bar in Florida a few years ago, and - while he works some in a law office - he's keeping his main Fed-Ex driver job for the approaching pension.
Then walked the two blocks to Darcy Nursing home. I found my mom with a piece of bread and butter in her lap. I fed her dinner, and she ate a lot.
Walgreens one more time to PICK UP prescriptions. Then to Okeechobee Rd for the bus home.
The #49 marquee said it was going to the Intermodal Transit Center. It did - but taking twice the time detouring via Congress to Executive Drive, east, then west out to PBL and then Australian.
Trolleys quit going to TriRail after 6 pm so I walked back to the condo - 1/2 a mile?
Dined on left-over fish that Chris made last night. Sounds crummy, but with all the vegetables, it's like a stew and tastes just as wonderful. And drank a little Mad Housewife wine
I tried the internet for old people jokes but I like "mine" better.
This was told to me years ago by Renate. But I do pride myself on tweaking all these "Sam jokes".
This is a REALLY long joke/story. I'd say only 20% of its value is from the punchline. 80% should come from savoring the story; don't rush it.
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Sam Joke #3
(Renate's Jewish hooker joke)
Day 41 Thursday 9/26
Appointment with Dr. Hansen, a podiatrist in Lake Worth.
The truth is...(no one's listening in, we agreed earlier) ... I needed my toenails cut; I couldn't do it and wasn't trusting others I knew. My large toenails are distorted with pretty severe fungus and THAT's the basis for Dr. Mendelson referring me to a podiatrist.
After being admitted into the waiting room, I'm sat with my feet in a cleaning whirlpool for several minutes. Then Dr. Hansen saw me. I liked his manner, his friendly professionalism.
I inquired about treating my toenail fungus. Years ago I nixed taking pills that risk liver damage. Seemed dumb. Nothing topical was recommended by doctors.
But now Dr. Hansen prescribed Ciclopirox. It will take months, but should work, applied once per day, preferably night. Googling for this blog shows me I'm also warding off toenail HIV - or something like that. It kills HIV cells in cultures. Not as promising as the headline sounds, because it's a topical treatment, and HIV would require systemic application. But studying the mechanism might lead to better treatments.
Day 39 Tuesday 9/24
Gym with Chris in the morning. He took photos of how I am using an ankle strap to work some of my torso...pecs, shoulders, lats, traps. I don't want to receive complaints from Liz Peterson (PB Lakes '81), a clinical professor of Occupational Therapy in the College of Applied Health Sciences at the University of Illinois in Chicago. No strain is on my wrist.
I walked to a 5:00 meeting of the WPB Historic Preservation Board whose 9 members were considering a proposal (from two houses away from mine) to tear down a small garage and replace it with a slightly larger one, plus add a side porch. The appearance from the road would definitely be improved.
The garage was not listed in the original blueprints of the 1930's and suddenly appeared in surveys of the 50's. It's made of concrete block vs stucco of the main house and has a crummy slanted "papered" roof, unlike the barrel tile dressing the front of the main house and on the proposal. City staff who worked closely with the owner and architect recommended approval.
Amazingly, after realtor Linda Cullen complained of tearing down an "historic" structure, two other members of the board expressed reservations, and - under pressure of a gambling bet (You don;t know how the vote will go and can't appeal) - the architect postponed his application to regroup.
I mostly attended to witness the board in action, and to see if neighbors showed. None did. My friend, Robin Rockwell was there, and would soon be presenting his own plan to make his lot (next to my house) a viable, public parking lot. The code, personalities, and politics is amazing.
Prisoners
Ariel got the three of us in for free again at Muvico Parisian 20, Downtown City Place.
It's mostly character study with questions of morals, and sometimes hard to understand. Interestingly - the NY Times on-line has a series called "Anatomy of a Scene" in which the director picks a scene to discuss. In this case, the French-accented director Denis Villeneuve describes a scene with rain changing to snow. He says that this is the point in the movie when Detective Loki (Jake Gyllenhaal) "begins to suspect that Hugh Jackman playing Keller Dover as being one of the suspects behind the two girls abduction." As far as Chris and I are concerned, the director slipped in that interview (and NY Times hasn't caught it!), or the film failed to convey that idea. It seems impossible that Dover could be suspected of kidnapping his daughter.
I went to Wikipedia to try settling the issue. No reference to what the director addressed, but there was a DIFFERENT statement that contradicted our take from the movie. Wikipedia claims the audience is led to believe that Jackman might be in on the abduction. It's crazy. Of course, Wikipedia - I should check back in a few days. [DAYS LATER: IT'S GONE.]
Anyway, a convoluted plot; not as good as Blue Jasmine but worth watching. Rotten Tomatoes gave it 80%. Audiences 90%.
Before the movie, Chris had done all the prep work for Cod fish he bought earlier in the day. So within fifteen minutes of returning home we all sat to a great meal of fish with okra, tomato, garlic, beef bacon, celery, and spices. Served over rice. Truly tasty. I had it that night, and more Wednesday night and Thursday lunch. It was like a really good fish chowder - remaining flavorful all those days.
Day 40 Wednesday 9/25
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| Facing and bending different ways, I can work most upper body except for biceps and triceps. I don't use much weight, but something is better than nothing. Above, swinging my arm across chest works the chest. |
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| Moving my arms upwards, away from my side, works shoulder, If I face the cables, I can work back. |
I walked to a 5:00 meeting of the WPB Historic Preservation Board whose 9 members were considering a proposal (from two houses away from mine) to tear down a small garage and replace it with a slightly larger one, plus add a side porch. The appearance from the road would definitely be improved.
The garage was not listed in the original blueprints of the 1930's and suddenly appeared in surveys of the 50's. It's made of concrete block vs stucco of the main house and has a crummy slanted "papered" roof, unlike the barrel tile dressing the front of the main house and on the proposal. City staff who worked closely with the owner and architect recommended approval.
Amazingly, after realtor Linda Cullen complained of tearing down an "historic" structure, two other members of the board expressed reservations, and - under pressure of a gambling bet (You don;t know how the vote will go and can't appeal) - the architect postponed his application to regroup.
I mostly attended to witness the board in action, and to see if neighbors showed. None did. My friend, Robin Rockwell was there, and would soon be presenting his own plan to make his lot (next to my house) a viable, public parking lot. The code, personalities, and politics is amazing.
Prisoners
Ariel got the three of us in for free again at Muvico Parisian 20, Downtown City Place.
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| Hugh Jackman playing Keller Dover who breaks through police protection to interrogate Alex, the freed suspect, who Keller believes knows his daughter's whereabouts. |
I went to Wikipedia to try settling the issue. No reference to what the director addressed, but there was a DIFFERENT statement that contradicted our take from the movie. Wikipedia claims the audience is led to believe that Jackman might be in on the abduction. It's crazy. Of course, Wikipedia - I should check back in a few days. [DAYS LATER: IT'S GONE.]
Anyway, a convoluted plot; not as good as Blue Jasmine but worth watching. Rotten Tomatoes gave it 80%. Audiences 90%.
Day 40 Wednesday 9/25
C&P went to school after actually eating breakfast .. a new health consciousness, building on last nights retreat from carbs.
They were home by about 11. Angela came by and did pin care. Won't show again until next Monday.
They were home by about 11. Angela came by and did pin care. Won't show again until next Monday.
I lunched again on Mary Jane's beef ziti.
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Next - a milestone - I took the free trolley to the TriRail station on Tamarind.
A very slow elevator delivers people to the overhead cross walk to get to the other side of the tracks. Many people run the steps, anxious to catch a bus or train.The #41 bus quickly left me 3 miles west near ther Pollo Tropical close to Cardinal Newman HS. I walked to Walgreens to request a routine refill of Timolol eye drops (for borderline, controlled glaucoma), and for the Ciclopirox - the nail fungus medicine.
Then I walked to my eye doctor's office.
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| My attitude is ... if not for the glasses on my face getting broke, there would have been more damage to my face. |
Replacement was needed. I finally got the new ones (had been wearing an old spare)
Right next door is Chik-fil-A where I decided to eat. I met an old acquaintance there - Gary Kasper. He's an interesting guy - has a degree in Physics, passed his Law Bar in Florida a few years ago, and - while he works some in a law office - he's keeping his main Fed-Ex driver job for the approaching pension.
Then walked the two blocks to Darcy Nursing home. I found my mom with a piece of bread and butter in her lap. I fed her dinner, and she ate a lot.
Walgreens one more time to PICK UP prescriptions. Then to Okeechobee Rd for the bus home.
The #49 marquee said it was going to the Intermodal Transit Center. It did - but taking twice the time detouring via Congress to Executive Drive, east, then west out to PBL and then Australian.
Trolleys quit going to TriRail after 6 pm so I walked back to the condo - 1/2 a mile?
Dined on left-over fish that Chris made last night. Sounds crummy, but with all the vegetables, it's like a stew and tastes just as wonderful. And drank a little Mad Housewife wine
I tried the internet for old people jokes but I like "mine" better.
This was told to me years ago by Renate. But I do pride myself on tweaking all these "Sam jokes".
This is a REALLY long joke/story. I'd say only 20% of its value is from the punchline. 80% should come from savoring the story; don't rush it.
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Parental Warning - sexual content
Parental Warning - sexual content
Sam Joke #3
(Renate's Jewish hooker joke)
Sam wasn’t sure how to start dating again after his wife died. Al, a fellow widower, suggested that the two of them travel out to Vegas.
The shows and gambling were great diversions, but late one evening Al came grinning back to their room, anxious to relate his experience.
“I found such a high-class place.” Al bragged. “What a tasteful brothel!”
“Eh,” Sam retorted. “My wife made the best chicken soup in the world.”
“Not soup, Sam. A brothel! A whore house. You gotta go,” Al continued, “and ask for the French girl.”
“The French girl? What does she do?”
“Mine Gott! She undresses you, so slowly, and she puts you on the bed. Then she takes a fresh, warm doughnut, and she puts it right on you. You know what I mean.”
“Sounds good. Then what?”
“Then she slices strawberries, and bananas and piles them on top. Then she pours warm chocolate sauce over it. Incredible feeling while it drips down!”
“And then?” Sam inquires.
“Oh, there’s more. She takes a can of whipped cream, and sprays it around all the way to the top. Then she adds a cherry.”
“And THEN?” Sam is almost impatient.
“Then? Then she eats the whole thing! It’s fantastic. You gotta go tomorrow night.”
The next night Sam returns grinning from the same place. “Did you get the French girl?” Al queries
Sam is beaming. “No. I got the Jewish girl.”
“The JEWISH girl? What does SHE do?” Al ponders.
“Mine Gott! Incredible! First, she has you take your clothes off and fold them on the chair. Then, you lay down on the bed. And she takes a bagel…”
“A bagel!” utters Al in disbelief.
“Well, actually, she starts with half a bagel right there,” Sam gestures the spot. “A toasted bagel. Next she uses her fingers to smear a thick layer of cream cheese - the soft kind - on top…”
“And then,” interrupts Al, “she eats the whole thing?”
“No, no, no. Next she takes lox - wild Alaska salmon, I saw the package - and she wraps it around over the cream cheese…”
“THEN she eats the whole thing,” surmises Al.
“Wait, I’m telling you.” smiles Sam, reliving the moment.
“Then she slices a tomato with seeds running down. So exciting. Then a bit of sweet onion and capers. Finally she smears more cream cheese at the top and pushes the other half of the bagel down on it.”
Exasperated, Al concludes, “And THEN she eats the whole thing!”
“Well,” says Sam a bit sheepishly, “To tell the truth, it looked so good, I ate it myself.”
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Day 41 Thursday 9/26
AC leaking water and Paige called repairman.
I started to walk home but after merely 3 blocks - swift, dark clouds convinced me to turn back. It was pouring by the time the condo elevator got to the 5th floor - where I went to the gym.
Back in condo, AC repair still going.
Thought of going home again, but decided to board an approaching trolley and went to WPB Library. I got a new card, signed up to check books out on-line, though I'm not up and running with it yet.
Took home two DVD foreign films. One in Hebrew with subtitles: Jaffa, saga of romance between Jewish girl and Palestinian.
Also German film Nowhere in Africa - true story about Jewish family fleeing 1938 Germany and finding another life in Kenya.
Not until I was home did I know what that 2nd film was about. I thought it was GERMANS fleeing Africa!! But it had awards and nominations and ... I haven't watched any 4 days later!! Grief with DVD player on my laptop.
I met Stephanie Rockwell - Robin's daughter - at the library. She works nearby in the 500 block of Datura. She does business websites, and also manages a location where businessman who have no office can rent meeting and working space.
Gloria came over bringing another load of food. You remember Gloria - my brother's wife's brother's wife. She brought a flood of food last Thursday ... and here she was again.
Chris and Paige had to go to school, so no one ate yet...
Well - not so simple. Anthony called to say he was bringing food over! What? The same Anthony who ALSO brought food last week!
Day 42 Friday 9/27
I started to walk home but after merely 3 blocks - swift, dark clouds convinced me to turn back. It was pouring by the time the condo elevator got to the 5th floor - where I went to the gym.
Back in condo, AC repair still going.
Thought of going home again, but decided to board an approaching trolley and went to WPB Library. I got a new card, signed up to check books out on-line, though I'm not up and running with it yet.
Took home two DVD foreign films. One in Hebrew with subtitles: Jaffa, saga of romance between Jewish girl and Palestinian.
Also German film Nowhere in Africa - true story about Jewish family fleeing 1938 Germany and finding another life in Kenya.
Not until I was home did I know what that 2nd film was about. I thought it was GERMANS fleeing Africa!! But it had awards and nominations and ... I haven't watched any 4 days later!! Grief with DVD player on my laptop.
I met Stephanie Rockwell - Robin's daughter - at the library. She works nearby in the 500 block of Datura. She does business websites, and also manages a location where businessman who have no office can rent meeting and working space.
Gloria came over bringing another load of food. You remember Gloria - my brother's wife's brother's wife. She brought a flood of food last Thursday ... and here she was again.
Chris and Paige had to go to school, so no one ate yet...
Well - not so simple. Anthony called to say he was bringing food over! What? The same Anthony who ALSO brought food last week!
Anthony doesn't do internet, and never saw CareCalendar.
I had managed to leave him with the impression that he was booked to cook EVERY Thursday. Chris and Paige fretted about refrigerator space, so I told Anthony to take food to my own house (where he lived for many years. Are there people that DIDN'T live at my house?)
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| Antonio, Anthony, Debbie June 2013 |
I wanted to walk over anyway, there to pick up mail.
My only recent photo of Anthony is from ? June, with my cousin Debbie.
So at my house, I ate, Anthony ate, his 4-year old son ate, and my tenant, Jason ate. It was a very good chicken pasta dish. Garden-fresh rosemary, lots of garlic (sliced garlic AND ground garlic AND pressed garlic in the sauce). Anthony cooked for many years at Ambrosia, the Italian restaurant across the street from my house. He has a clue.
When I got back to the condo, Paige and Chris were hitting the Belgian Cream Puffs before the food.
We all had Gloria's Turkey chili w accoutrements: tomatoes that she diced and packed separately, grated extra sharp cheddar, turkey bacon, sour cream, a head of chilled iceberg lettuce, quartered and kept fresh in 4 separate baggies, BEER BREAD, and - as mentioned - a big plastic container of frozen, thaw-and- serve Belgian Cream Puffs. Maybe I'll break my own leg or arm after the wrists heal. This gig is too good to give up!
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| This photo fails! It's a great meal, described above. Chris melted cheese on the iceberg lettuce |
Despite eating Anthony's pasta earlier, I had some "Food, Gloria's Food" Thursday night. And would again tomorrow - after coming home from nursing home, despite indulging in Chik-Fil-A.
We finally polished off last week's Gloria-borne Mad Housewife Wine.
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Breakfast.
Showered with no assistance!
Interim Health's RN showed to do an evaluation, along with pin care.
After lunch (Mary Jane's ziti), I went to the gym briefly. Then headed out for the nursing home at 4:00. I made the 4:35 bus and quickly hit Chik-fil-A so I could get cole slaw there for my mom. I use it as a spread on almost any food they serve her. THAT food - in turn - is usually put on bread - mom's true passion.
Once again, she ate a lot ... but was ready for Pepperidge Farms Milano cookies by the time we got back to the room.
I caught a 7:48 bus home and was back in the condo by 8:20.
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