She made this unusual soup with sausage, mushrooms, split peas etc etc. I'm on my second helping.
Now she's left for the gym, which moved to larger quarters, near the Willow Grove mall.
"I don't mind walking," she said, when I offered to drive.
The original British production Upstairs Downstairss was fabulous. My dad introduced me to it when I moved back home from living in California.
Remember the late Gordon Jackson who played the head butler. Like Mr Carson in Downton Abbey.
Am going stir-crazy bc of my boot.
Stir Crazy was one of the many movies made by the zany Gene Wilder, who died yesterday at 83. As I clicked on the obit, I hoped he didn't have Alz. He did.
Look, I haven't anything to do now. So let's watch a couple of scenes - together - from Stir Crazy.
Did I tell you how much I'm enjoying the film Inside Out, a Disney film.
Here's a few pix I took. I know, I know, always taking pictures.
I like to sprinkle some extra sugar over the top.
He set it up today, from about 10 am until 5 pm.
He wrote down all his passcodes, each one a variation on a theme, the way I do.
Miguel Gardel is a terrific writer. Here's his sexy story.
For those of you on Blogspot, they changed their format.
BOREDOM DOES NOT BECOME YOU
I thrust open the front door.
Boot and I step gingerly onto the front porch
as twilight slowly descends like a nurturing
mother.
So, it's true. Autumn's on her way. L'autumne, we
say en francais. The greenery has lost its
verve, and sits with silent tears,
knowing the next chapters to
come.
We all heave a deep sigh. Hot soups
will be on the menu. Tomato, cream
of broccoli, lobster bisque.
Classical music and jazz on the radio.
Masterpiece Theatre, we hope, will
dazzle us once again, as we lie in
bed together, side by side.
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