So I washed my new black sweater (thanks, Cate – I love it!) for the first time on Saturday. It had picked up some little spots of this and that across the semester. Our rendezvous Monday morning was at 9, and it was chilly enough for a sweater. I had cappuccino and a cornetto con ciocolato at a bar up on the Quirinale close to the rendezvous point. It wasn’t firm chocolate or creamy nutella – it was runny delicious chocolaty goodness which dribbled down my sweater front.
Alas – it’s in the wash again, and I’m sure it’s fading.
Nothing like buying things online and having notifications delivered by email. Beer of the month club solves all those brother-in-law problems.
I have to make a sudden trip South for a funeral. This is not a handy weekend for it, and I’ve spent a lot of time in the last 48 hours on the US Airways website. I must say its easy to navigate – the seat-choosing function is positively elegant!
Originally Rochester > Charlotte > Chattanooga.
Now, thank you Winter, Rochester > Boston > Charlotte > Chattanooga, and so much later-arriving in Chattanooga that the Tinklers won’t be at the visiting hours for Mr. Baker. We’ll still make the funeral Monday in Nashville, so long as US Airways holds up its side of the bargain!
On my way to NoVa/DC for my sister’s retirement. Yes, my younger sister. 26 years in the Navy and she’s out! The ceremony is at the Pentagon tomorrow, then a party at her house. This will (to some extent) be a family gathering for something other than a wedding or a funeral!
My father took it as a vote of confidence that his ophthalmologist’s secretary made his next appointment for spring of 2015 . . . .
Why do people call this “pulled pork”? We in the Tinkler family are choppers!
One of the boston butts on the gas grill with a box of hickory chips – let’s hope they smoke!
And each parent had blood drawn at 9, then mother had her first post-op check up at 10:45.
Country ham, black eyed peas, turnip greens, corn bread, sweet tea (I’m usually an unsweet man, but a day like this called for sweet). My banana pudding is to the right.
Both parents home! They’re sitting on the front porch going through the mail. I expect them to holler for something or other shortly – but it’s better than having one or more of them in the hospital!
The word is out – my parents no longer have cats.
Off to Chattanooga for Aged P Patrol – my mother’s knee replacement surgery went well. I’m going to relieve my sister and to help in the recovery. Chattanooga in the summertime!
Between bouts of uncling, I visited Mt Vernon for the first time in about 35 years. I listened to Ron Chernow’s Washington, a Life this fall, so I was well-prepared to see it this time. The book is long, but I recommend it. Washington really did want to be a farmer more than anything, and we wouldn’t leave him alone.
I’m on cup #3 and am waiting for the Aged Ps to stir . . . . Christmas morning without the nieces and nephews is more restful — but it will be more fun when they get here later in the week.
Further: the advantage to having only 3 of us here today? More Yorkshire Pudding to go around!
. . . is assuming that people who sleep more than 2.5 hours longer in the morning than I do have a character flaw. Lazy bums.