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Well, for the most part today was a good day. I did have a weird start. The nearly 80 yr old next door neighbor came knocking cause he needed someone to call his wife. He'd locked himself out of the house. I called, and she's hard of hearing..so I had to yell at her into the phone. But she agreed to come home. Then I kept an eye on him as he made his way down the front steps carefully, complaining about his bad hip. *shudder* If there was any better reason to step up my exersize, and include weight training, it's that. I do not want to loose so much bone mass that I fall and break a hip. He made it though.
Later I was treated to a restaraunt called Springhouse. This is like one of the swankiest restaraunts in LaGrange. I went with Pete(David), Paul, and Kevin, who's just gotten back from Iraq. I had to request that they refrain from the shooting, and killing stories until I had finished eating. I mean, maybe they can all take it, but I don't think I would have enjoyed my steak nearly so much thinking of burning Iraqies. I wasn't even for the war for the reasons given. And Kevin's overall disdane for the populace, which seemed to include the folks he was there to help, was abit disturbing. They were nice enough to refrain, and so we ended up talking about sex, and bashing some poor guy who's the Salacious Crumb slave to some big lesbian. That I can handle. The food was fucking awsome. I had a steak, with parmasian cheese, and some sort of brown gravy sauce, garlic mashed potatos, and a tomato with parasian cheese as an appetizer. I brought the other half of that back to my Mom. The streak was almost as soft as butter, and just melted in my mouth. I wasn't even sure I could handle it. Haven't been eating alot of beef lately. Abusing alot of chickens. And Pete was nice enough to pay for everyone. Thank you, Pete. Brian is very jealous, and I can't go again until he gets to go.
I forgot to mention yesterday that I also got a visit from Chip, and his wife Ruth. They seem to be doing well. Gotten bigger, but pretty much who does still look the same as when they were 20? We chatted and remeniced, and it was good. I also got to give Chip some things he'd stored in the attic lo many moons ago.
Tomorrow I begin attacking the house abit, earning my money. Still would be open to coffee, or whatnot as a break. I'll prolly look like a dustbunny.
Later I was treated to a restaraunt called Springhouse. This is like one of the swankiest restaraunts in LaGrange. I went with Pete(David), Paul, and Kevin, who's just gotten back from Iraq. I had to request that they refrain from the shooting, and killing stories until I had finished eating. I mean, maybe they can all take it, but I don't think I would have enjoyed my steak nearly so much thinking of burning Iraqies. I wasn't even for the war for the reasons given. And Kevin's overall disdane for the populace, which seemed to include the folks he was there to help, was abit disturbing. They were nice enough to refrain, and so we ended up talking about sex, and bashing some poor guy who's the Salacious Crumb slave to some big lesbian. That I can handle. The food was fucking awsome. I had a steak, with parmasian cheese, and some sort of brown gravy sauce, garlic mashed potatos, and a tomato with parasian cheese as an appetizer. I brought the other half of that back to my Mom. The streak was almost as soft as butter, and just melted in my mouth. I wasn't even sure I could handle it. Haven't been eating alot of beef lately. Abusing alot of chickens. And Pete was nice enough to pay for everyone. Thank you, Pete. Brian is very jealous, and I can't go again until he gets to go.
I forgot to mention yesterday that I also got a visit from Chip, and his wife Ruth. They seem to be doing well. Gotten bigger, but pretty much who does still look the same as when they were 20? We chatted and remeniced, and it was good. I also got to give Chip some things he'd stored in the attic lo many moons ago.
Tomorrow I begin attacking the house abit, earning my money. Still would be open to coffee, or whatnot as a break. I'll prolly look like a dustbunny.
