Impromptu

Mme. LaTour was dragging her feet on my planned St. Patrick's party- I needed her space. So I scrapped that idea. Fortunately, because yesterday afternoon blessed rains started. But I was pondering dinner on Monday and my mouth was hollering pizza. I knew I couldn't eat a whole one so I told our little group- "Happy Hour in 45 minutes" and made a beer and pizza run. LaTours had more shade on this blistering hot day so we moved. I had been saving a large bottle of Sangria and it came into play to good effect. Terese made a salad, Nicole a veggie plate. As usual we had a good time.

Moreso because it was unplanned and nobody had to cook on this hot day.

St Patrick's Day was low key- ran the dog a couple of times and since I had mentioned a party to Joyce, Gary and Mervi and Ken, I took them to dinner at the Grumpy Grouper-early bird special: "all you can eat fish." Ken and Mervi exhaust me-there is rage just under the surface-Mervi interrupts Ken at every juncture. They are nice people but I really think I can do with less of them. I find my psychic energy is just sapped by some people but is augmented by others.

My old friend Rasty passed away and I am glad. I gave him a farewell hug as I left two seasons ago. He was slipping away before our very eyes with Alzheimer's and I really didn't expect to see him last spring and I didn't. His husk was still on the planet but there was nothing left of his essence. We are all, in our age group, facing our mortality but I can say with certainty that outliving your mind is a very crappy way to go. He had a helluva rodeo in his lifetime. Lots of stories. I didn't know him until most of the orneriness was burnt out and I was truly fond of him. All will have their take on him based on their interactions, I just have memories that make me smile.