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I took the Womanhandler out to the Gainesbourg last night. Is it my imagination, or is their food not what it used to be? The last couple of times I've eaten there were not what I remember earlier. They still have their absinthe selection, though. By the way, Monday is the night when they're not packed.
But I enjoy spending time with the Womanhandler, and not just for what she calls "aggressive cuddling". It's too bad it's such a schlep for her to get together. It would be an even bigger schlep for me going the other direction, because where she lives isn't even close to transit-accessible.
Today would have been Mom's 85th birthday. No more making sure I got her card in the mail on time, and not too early either. I assume there's no longer any security risk posting this info because, hey, she no longer has any concerns. Sheeut, she's one with the soil on a mountainside; I made sure of that.
Ten years ago right around now she came to Seattle to visit me, take me to Handel's Messiah, and gasp at the prices when I took her out to dinner at the Dahlia Lounge. It was the last time I spent with her that wasn't to some degree marred by dementia, now that I look back on it.
I really should make plans with my son.
But I enjoy spending time with the Womanhandler, and not just for what she calls "aggressive cuddling". It's too bad it's such a schlep for her to get together. It would be an even bigger schlep for me going the other direction, because where she lives isn't even close to transit-accessible.
Today would have been Mom's 85th birthday. No more making sure I got her card in the mail on time, and not too early either. I assume there's no longer any security risk posting this info because, hey, she no longer has any concerns. Sheeut, she's one with the soil on a mountainside; I made sure of that.
Ten years ago right around now she came to Seattle to visit me, take me to Handel's Messiah, and gasp at the prices when I took her out to dinner at the Dahlia Lounge. It was the last time I spent with her that wasn't to some degree marred by dementia, now that I look back on it.
I really should make plans with my son.
