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Make cookies to send to camp?

Do writers fact check their statements? Even Google for a consensus?

Long before car seat mandates, my mother would fill in the void between backseat and front seat with our luggage and goods, make a bed for me on the backseat and we traveled all over the western United States.

Verticality. I often recall the disappearing pie. My mother had made a pie for me to take to a high school event. I left the house, pie in hand, but my hand lost grip on the front steps and the pie disappeared. It was not on the steps, not in the surrounding garden or walkway. No pie. My parents came out to help hunt. No pie. The next morning, in the light of day, we found the pie standing on edge, vertically, facing the porch wall. Since then, I have frequently lost something that hid during many searches, only to find said object snuggled up to a vertical partition in handbag, drawer, closet.

It’s said that a woman marries a man thinking she can change him but finds she can’t. And a man marries a woman thinking she won’t change, but she does

How is your mother holding up?

Very difficult and distressing meeting but husband did agree to a month PT rehab.

"Sideways" is more than Pinot. Husband has had several strange not fully diagnosed episodes. This a.m. tested positive for covid. Checked myself -> so did i. zoom meeting coming up on the hour to discuss options. Most likely is home hospice. I need to get across that I can't handle him until he has enuf pt to take minimal care of himself, like get in and out of bed.

At 76.

I have no concept of Rao's today. Before the fire, and in Frankie's hayday when Aunt Anne was still actually cooking, the Vest was pouring, Anthony was in training and the ancient gnome sat outside the front door and growled, "I'll watch your car,", although you had obviously just arrived by cab, and similarly, "I watched your car." as you got into your cab to leave, Rao's was a happening place, turning out excellent quality plates in a cool and joyous atmosphere. Their marinara sauce, before its commercialization, was eyeopening. Frankie, of course, was master of ceremonies whose show went on nightly to a sellout crowd. I doubt the show's the same today with the current cast of characters.

Quite right. Their mission is to save or prolong life without definition.

His major barrier now is attitude/will. He seems to be more depressed in the morning, and I'm hoping that is the case today. He confessed he had tiff with his team of doctors this morning. "Over what?" Pause..."End of life." I asked if he would like me to bring him some of his chocolate stash, and got an enthusiastic response. He has told me to stay away because he has been exposed to covid in hospital, and I have had a cold with fever, but my fever has been down for 36 hours and I'm going over, with chocolates.

That is my one concern. He just called and sounded orders of magnitude better, mentally as well as physically. He had actually walked today, was sitting up, seeing possibilities, unbelievable only this morning.

It certainly is in character.

Husband is in UC Neurological ICU after a moderate stroke on Sunday evening. IMHO he is getting superb attention and treatment. He is railing about limitations and restrictions. His mind is good and his speech is intelligible but his left side is severely affected, and the stability of his vitals varies. He is such a "doer" and get things done person, impatient by self-definition, that any obstacle to improvement is himself at this point. It is hard for him to look past today's limitations toward a satisfying future. His "vitals" must be completely stable before PT is viable.

Pretty sure their barmate got them the table. As I've written, we used to go to Rao's when our son was in school there. Like hot tables today, I would call a month or so in advance. And Frankie took some amusement in our name, its play on Pelegrino, and my persistence. He called us his San Francisco cousins.

Hotel breakfast in Prague was insane! Hot, cold, meat, cheese, charcuterie, fruit, vegetables, sweet and savory breads!

Unless you’re looking to ape Red Lobster, I’d save that collection and stick to lemon.

Like when an inferior product is going to screw up something prime.

Like this...

I have success most of the time using the blunt end of a church key, prying under the edges until the seal pops. Only work on pickle -typs jars.

I had an older friend who had trouble opening jars and would have a whole line of them on her counter, waiting for me anytime I was expecting to come over. I told her that when we went shopping, she should separate jars that she was going to be opening immediately at home and ask the checker to open them for her and then close them again so that they would not be sealed when she got home. then we go to Safeway, and she presents the checker with several jars which he good nature takes and start struggling and struggling and struggling, and cannot open one of them, which he then takes to another checker who has the same trouble. Finally the third one is able to open it and bring it back to her. They were seriously embarrassed.

I never think of Otto without lovingly thinking o Meredith Kurtzman.

You get real food? I get clear liquid and green jello!

Brava! 100% sorrel, not 90% spinach to create color!