Went to the mall yesterday, then to Borders to finally use the gift card I got for my birthday. Bought Then We Came To The End, a new novel by Joshua Ferris. I rarely read fiction and when I do, it's usually older classics I re-read, so this is an exception. (When I like a book a lot, I re-read every few years.) I read the first chapter on the on-line NYTimes and was hooked because it concerns the world of (office) employment and since that was my field, I'm interested. When I'm finished, will hand in my book report.
I also bought Susan a little picture book on cats. She and Walter will be in San Diego until the 22th, and her birthday (the big 65--wish that had been my last birthday) is the next day. I'm going to ask Barb H. to join me in taking S. out to lunch.
When I got home, Jack B. was here chatting with Pat. Jack is leaving next Tuesday to visit my brother, Larry, in Florida, as he does about every year. They've been friends for SEVENTY YEARS and I have a picture of them when they made their First Communion at St. James. The little twinnies, aged 3, are in the picture, too.
Today, we go to the dermatologist to have Pat's neck (squamous cell cancer growth, which was excised a few months ago), head (Basel cell, for which he applies an ointment), and stomach (some kind of damned rash that just developed lately) checked. If I get home in time and if she's feeling better, I'll then pick up Marge for lunch; otherwise, we'll go on Friday.
Beef tips and potatoes julianne for dinner last night and they were very tasty. No, no, nobody has to be impressed--I just opened some packages, fer cryin' out loud.