Anyway, I weighed 130.8 at home and 131.5 outside, a gain of .02 from both--or each. I'm not even sure how many ounces that is, but I'm not particularly worried about it.
Had breakfast, then did some food prep: cut several pounds of mushrooms, seasoned and roasted them; cooked a bag of fresh spinach to have ready for dinner; softened a big spaghetti squash in the microwave enough to halve and cook it, then stored it in the fridge.
Checking my email, I saw one from the library that The Talented Mr. Ripley (the book, not the DVD) had come in and was at the Hill Street branch. I planned to walk there when Ellen called to say she was on her way to school and did I want to have lunch? Absolutely, and she was here in ten minutes. I made a sandwich, packed up my can of Foster Ale and my mug, and met her out in the middle. (Yes, I'm a planner, but she takes precedence over whatever.)
I was interested to hear about her efforts to organize her home classroom; it sounds as if it's shaping up nicely. We sat, ate, and talked, then she left to pick up what she needed at school and I set off for the library branch.
I guess I should have checked ahead because it's closed on Fridays. Oh, well, I'm still only halfway through Shadow Of A Doubt, a courtroom drama (murder, natch). It's just a thriller, but pretty absorbing, so I can wait for Patricia Highsmith. Went from the library down to Victoria, caught the 21 to the transit center and the 6 home from there.
I was pleased to get a video call from Mike, in Singapore. He was actually in his car, driving over to pick up Vivian at her track practice. We chatted, he parked, Vivian got in, and--the wonders of modern science--we three saw and chatted together, though we were more than eighty-five miles apart.
Fifty-two years a wife, eleven years a widow; Pat died on August 22, 2009. Here we are, with first-born, when we were young and healthy:
1 comment:
I love this picture...such a goodlooking couple on their journey of life.
Post a Comment