I took the post down about my grandson…he’s safer if I don’t post pictures and information about him.
Oh, I did get stirred up a bit this morning when I did a load of dark clothes and they came out all covered with white lint. That’s aggravating to say the least. Usually the residents are very careful, as they always were when I lived on the 4th floor. Someone on 2nd floor did their laundry last night night and tried to wash a box of Kleenex or something similar. It could have been an employee or “imposter”. I’ll now take a different approach to my laundry and nose around to see who is doing laundry in the middle of the night on Saturday. I can work around this.
A week from tomorrow night I’m going to another International Dinner at the Korean Restaurant. They (Joomi and Tim Bobbit) are closed on Mondays so that night we have free rein of the restaurant. There will be 44 of us as that’s all the fire marshal will allow. Tasneem will be doing the Indian-style cooking…or the major portion of it, and it will feature appetizers of samosas, green chutneys, tamarind sweet chutney and green salad. The Main courses include butter garlic rice, paratha, fish Manchorian, chicken Karachi and shami kabab. For dessert we’ll have halwa or kheer. It will either be very good, or it won’t. We take our chances and love the experience. They always ask for four volunteers to do the dishes and there are those who always do. I’ll take a bottle of wine for the Headrick’s and me to consume as we wait. Maybe two.
Friday is the soup supper. It’s a very big deal around here. My long-time friend, Leo Lake, is the head volunteer here and he and my other volunteer friend, Lynn Taylor, head up the pie department for the supper. They’ve enlisted my help so that starts in the basement at 9:00 am. I bought scissors yesterday, one of the tools of my trade, so I’m ready to roll. I unwrap the pies and Pete Peterson, also a long time friend, marks them with a form for cutting. I also want to land a piece of gooseberry pie.
Next week I go see Linda Lawrence who will check my eyes…and we’ll visit. She’s become a good friend after all these years. I was one of her first patients when she came to Salina to practice and everyone in my family has been to see her.
Wednesday the 30th Ally and I are going to Abilene for the Benjamin Edwards and Co., “Investments for Generations”, open house. Patti O is my financial adviser so she’s having the grand opening at the Abilene depot since the numbers outgrew her new facilities. That will be a fun gathering and I’m looking forward to it.
A temporary item on the Longhorn menu is harvest apple salad. It has greens, toasted pecans, cranberries, apples, and paper thin slices of fried or roasted sweet potatoes or plantains…I’m not sure. It looks like bacon but isn’t. I’ve had it twice and it’s really good. I have them make it with spring greens (no iceberg or romaine…or spinach) and order extra dressing that is made with apple cider. It was worth two trips out there to enjoy it. Karen had it, too, yesterday and loved it.
I got the oil changed in my car and new wiper blades put on. They are tricky. If you know how, it takes about 10 seconds to change a blade. If you don’t know, it takes an hour to figure it out. Ask Todd. Now I know just to drive to the auto parts store and buy the blades which the sales clerk will then install for me.
And…there are exercise classes next week. I still attend the daily sittercise classes at 10 am and the twice weekly yoga classes. They are helping, particularly my upper body strength. My legs are still giving me fits. I don’t see any hope of ever getting rid of my walker and it’s exasperating, but things could be worse. I feel great so that’s the main thing.
I have great neighbors who live by me in the “hood” and I love living here. My apartment is perfect for me…very comfortable, quiet, offers solitude or company, which ever I want. It’s a very good life and I couldn’t be happier with my surroundings. There is never any shortage of laughs…the side splitting type.
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