Paint the Town Red
Bec celebrated her 70th birthday at the end of January. While I gave her a modest gift, I promised her that I would take her out for a nice lunch sometime soon. That sometime soon turned out to be yesterday, when Bill and I treated her to lunch at Durant’s Steak House. You remember Durant’s — the restaurant that is so red that any photos you take have a red tint to them. Just to prove my point…..
Truly, it’s impossible to take a photo that isn’t red. The food is tremendous, and I will say that we all had a very good time. How bad can your day be when you have a martini at 12:30 in the afternoon? It is lucky that none of us was driving, with Bec taking Lyft and Bill and I riding light rail. When I made the reservations, I told them it was her birthday. While I wasn’t entirely truthful, I was truthful in the sense that we were celebrating her birthday. They treated her with great kindness and many “happy birthdays.” And they even gave her a complimentary strawberry short cake that was — what else? — red…..
My Father’s Daughter
The other day I received an unexpected package. I was delighted — if perplexed — to see it was from a dear friend who lives in Omaha. She and I have been friends since second grade. When I opened the package, there was a book entitled The Baker’s Daughter. I don’t know if she’s read it or if the book’s title simply made her think of me. I was delighted, because BOOK. I have started reading it, and to my joy, it is very good. Furthermore, it is, in fact, about a baker’s daughter. That’s like me, except my parents weren’t Nazis. Just sayin’…..
Won’t You Be My Neighbor?
For the past week, I have been watching our new neighbor move into the house next door. I believe she closes on the loan tomorrow, and she and her 2-1/2 year old daughter will officially move into the house. Yesterday, as we drove into our garage, I saw that her garage door was open. I immediately spotted a little tiny pink tricycle, and it made my heart happy. But Bill quickly pointed out that from now on, we are going to have to be incredibly careful about backing out of our driveway so as to make sure we notice if that same little pink tricycle is on the sidewalk behind us.
How Don’t You Do?
On my first day of physical therapy, one of the therapists (not the one with whom I have been working, but another) came over and introduced herself. She had one of those handshakes that give me the willies. It’s hard for me to understand how a parent can raise a child and not teach them the simple act of a firm handshake. Now, I’m going to have to test all of my grandkids!
Where’s the Anvil When I Need It?
On Wednesday, I posted a photo of my potted herbs…..
When I went out yesterday to check on them, the thyme and parsley were fine. The dill, however, looked like this…..
I don’t know who to suspect. Maybe the coyote had the right idea about how to deal with the roadrunner. Funny that whoever the culprit was didn’t bother with the thyme and parsley.