My sweet kids invited the old man down to Deerfield for a Valentine's eve prime loin dinner with dutch potatoes and squash, sourdough bread with three dipping sauces, a nice bottle of Cabernet, and warm company. Jason apologized for not having a dessert but they had given me a box of Godiva chocolates so coffee and chocolates hit the spot. Their neighbor Marcia came over so we wined and chocolated her. She was processing a lot and needed to talk. Their neighbor, Lew, earlier this week, finished a call from Bank of America about a late mortgage payment, sent his wife to the grocery store, went to the bathroom with his 12 gauge shotgun and ended his relationship with the bank. He was a nice man. I had met him at two parties at the kids.
Sunday, Tony packed up and went to a week-long meeting of Airstreamers near Tampa.
A beautiful sight! Tony's Airstream rounding the bend on the way out. But I got a call an hour later-he was convoying with an 80 year old couple and was having a hard time keeping up. "Everyone wants to go to heaven but some people are in a hurry to get there," said Tony.
The sound equipment was unpacked for a trial run before I set it up for the potluck tonight. It has been chilly and I was in a sleep deficit-I crashed-in a blue funk, and my bones were on fire. The "popped knee" gives me no trouble during the day but hurts like blazes when I sleep. Sleep and Aleve provided some relief and I feel pretty good today.
Buster had a bad couple of days -lots of coughing. I think he had a good night. Honey is edgy. I am careful to exercise her because it makes life better for her and for us.
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