I didn't sleep well, although I had had a fair amount of exercise on Saturday; woke up several times during the night. I finally got up at 5:30, took my weekly medication, and started my day. Went out to get Suzanne's mail (box was empty) and ran into my new acquaintance, Kathy, on her way to church. Chatted for a bit, said goodbye, then was greeted by my young neighbor, who actually lives adjacent to me. She asked about the ambulance coming last week and I explained what happened. Her name is Desiree and I'll certainly remember that because the oldest child of my dear friend and neighbor in Ewing, Elaine, was named that, too. This Desiree has a little boy about seven, who is severely autistic--he's vocal, but seems very mentally retarded. Anyway, it was good getting to know her.
Got a text from Stella, asking if I wanted to meet for lunch after the 12:30 mass at the Mission. Hey, do I ever turn down an invitation? Sure thing, and I left at 11:30. Got downtown and stopped at a few shops, then met Stella. She wanted to go to a new place and we drove to Mother's Tacos on Thompson Street. I was a little leery, but it turned out to be a neat place. Absolutely authentic Mexican and better than most.
I had oyster mushroom tacos, plus sweet potatoes--not fries, but yummy little round purple cups; I actually didn't know what they were at first, and had to ask the server! . Of course, I had a good Mexican IPA, too, not the hazy kind, but still very refreshing. The restaurant is large was very full, but it didn't feel uncomfortably crowded. The servers were excellent and so festive and we there for a good two hours; I definitely want to go back.
We stayed for a good two hours, talking and talking. Stella's son, Joshua, who's 42 or so, is coming from Spain to visit shortly and I like him a lot. I went to lunch with Stella and Josh when he was here before and we'll do that again. We stopped after at Ace Hardware so Stella could pick up some things, then she took me to the Transit Center and I bused home.
Rehearsal tonight and I must bring my costume--at least the dressy one.
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