I'm picking up where I left off, with Ellen's yummy fried egg breakfast. After, we went outside to the enclosed yard and El washed down the table, chairs, and umbrella, while I dead-headed the rose bushes, which are quite beautiful. When we went in, that lovely young lady poured us Margaritas and we sipped and talked and talked and sipped as she prepared lunch and put it in the oven. This consisted of pulled pork and roasted Brussel sprouts, the best I ever tasted (I must get her recipe, which includes maple syrup). Of course, the pumpernickel made it special and this isn't the light tan, sissified stuff. It's very dark, very dense, and you can almost hear the Steppenwolf howling. El insisted I take what was left of the loaf home and I was happy to oblige.
As I mentioned yesterday, our talk included a long discussion about The Law of Attraction. I don't agree with all the assumptions, ideas, and premises, but it was interesting. We also discussed this hanging Ellen has on her wall, a kind of moon horoscope which tells about the moon cycles. Presumably, this was handed down from the ancients:
I was pleased when niece Carolyn and the rest of her family called with Mothers Day wishes and of course, I sent the same back to her. Her son, Finn, is graduating from UCSB on June fifteenth and her daughter, Claire, for high school on the thirteenth. Of course, El and I are invited to whatever party they have--I assume it will be joint and I'm looking forward to it. We said goodbye a bit after 5:00 when the Access Van picked me up a wonderfully enjoyable Mothers Day weekend.
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