I am in here.
My internal clock is still set on Boulder time, regardless of the fact I’ve been home a few days. So I hope Other Patti is ready to attempt to wake me thoroughly before she drags me off to lunch! Meanwhile, I shall attempt to let the Blogosphere wake me…
Just back from lunch with Donna at the Boulder Tea House, which is built in the style of Boulder’s sister city, Dushanbe. Peter’s finished just now with his third exam, which he says was easy. So, I am off to pick him up and feed him properly and do all sorts of motherly things…. That’s … Continue reading Lunch with Donna
Out with Other Patti today for lunch and the watching of Stupid TV™. I needed some lovely tuna fish in my stomach. On the other hand, I was too unwilling to look at the headlines from France today. I hate watching a civilization that I both love, and love to hate, self-implode. I suppose though, … Continue reading Lunch and stuff
You see, how Sunday luncheon is meant to be is, first of all, at Nana’s house, in her dining room which still, magically, fits the whole family, including cousins. On the menu: two choices are possible here. The gigantic five- or six- or seven- rib roast beef, complete with thick layer of fat on top … Continue reading Sunday. Noonish.
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