I was unable to open the pdf document with The Breeze proofs from editor Virginia, so had to go over to Susan's and look at them on her computer. Also, my unread e-mail had formerly appeared in bold and now all my mail does. There are a few other minor quirks still present, too. Not sure if they're worth trying to fix or not.
Picked Aline up at our usual 12:30 and we went to the new El Rancho Mexican restaurant. I had questadillas (can't spell it and Spellcheck is stumped, too) and cheesy broccoli soup, she an assortment of tacos with refried beans and other sides. They were both very good and I appreciated the fact mine wasn't spicy. Warning, rant ahead:
We walked in to the blare of a television set. Why--WHY??--are people subjected to this everywhere they go? You go out to eat and can't hear your companion talk over the noise. You stop in on a friend and have to compete with it. You go to the doctor and get even sicker. It's hard to find anybody actually watching the damn thing when you're out in public and I can't imagine anybody in a restaurant closely following a simple-minded program or the latest "news" (read "entertainment"), such as the Boston horror, such fun for those indulging their sick voyeurism. One of the many reasons I like Italian Gourmet is that, at least in the main dining room, they don't have television sets. I asked the nice young woman waitress at El Rancho if the thing could be turned down and she, sweet thing, asked if I'd like it turned off. Yes! And she obliged and it died and we had a lovely meal and good talk.
Aline mentioned she'd like to get to Wal-Mart, so we drove up to Manahawkin. She was delighted she was able to pick up a number of needed items and I got make-up and a few other things.
Home about 4:00 after a very pleasant day.
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