Mimi started missing the Falc when she had to unload the dishwasher by herself this morning. I missed hearing TC rattling around in the kitchen inventing breakfast, though Mimi quite magnificently conjured up a delightful chorizo scramble that reminded me what Carissa, a friend of ours would say, "This shit'll eat." After that pinnacle, our day was certainly less exciting than any day last week. I went to a Tai Chi lesson, which was quite enlightening, and Judy made her way to Trader Joe's and came home with two bags full.. We also walked four miles to the post office and back. Oh, and Cager, won two games today, trimming my lead to a mere $.24 cents. Before, during and after dinner we watched a delightfully fanciful Netflix movie called the Age of Adeline. And we retired for the evening at eight. We'll need our rest because our dance card is full. We're eagerly awaiting the arrival of Ed and Deb Drouin and Liz Ulmen, who get here this weekend. We still remember how to boogie, even though we don't step as high as we once did, nor do play as much "tag me" as we used to. Instead, we'll eat, we'll drink, we'll laugh and we'll merrily walk in the desert. Such is life, which is good, especially today.
I otter find the answer some day soon.
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