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tales from the parkside
01:26 PM - 02/20/2009

The topic: So, I’m expecting Brian to come home


he’s bringing some Jack in the Box tacos home for lunch.  The phone rings.

It’s the woman who bought my mom’s place.  I haven’t heard from her since we signed papers.  What, last August?  September?  Anyway, it’s been a while.

She says that they’ve been talking about having the rest of the windows done and who better to do it than the guy who installed the most recent ones?  Yep, you’ve got it, Brian.

We exchanged some small talk and I told her “you know, my mom passed away a year ago today”.


We’re back.

Oh, my God.  We walked in the back door and it was just like mom was still there.  They’ve painted some of the walls, a really nice mint green, very soothing, very, very nice.  The same mirror is on that same wall.

The dining room has the same dining room set, the living room has the same living room set, the same paintings hang in the same places on the wall.  The same television is in the same place in the living room. 

There’s the same carpeting throughout.  But it’s been professionally cleaned a couple of times.  And it looks really, really good.

The same futon is in the family room.  The only thing that was gone was the master bed and the two end tables that went with it.  It’s now at the owner’s son’s home. 

I was just amazed and pleased that the things that gave my mother so much pleasure are giving this wonderful family the same feelings. 

We went into the backyard and they’ve done a lot of work there, cut back a lot of the overgrowth and it’s open and airy and relaxing.  My mom would have loved it.  That yard was her baby.   Norma said she goes out there in the morning and will sit down and look around and look up and said “thanks, Vi”.  She says she thanks mom every day. 

This was a good thing for me.  To see my mom’s house on the first anniversary of her death and to see how it’s just so much the same.

I miss you, mom.

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08:30 AM - 02/20/2009

The topic: Bart update


He’s doing much, much better.  He got the last of the three day course of metacam last night and he’s walking around, still a little stiff. 

Right now, I just saw him jump up into the window in the dining room where he was getting a drink of water.

So, Bart is good.

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08:25 AM - 02/20/2009

The topic: The Roadhouse Grill


Have you ever heard of it?

There's a Roadhouse Grillin Santee.  We’ve been doing so well not going out for dinners (read that “fast food”) the past month or so since I’ve gotten back into the cooking routine.  Brian told me last night, he’d like to take me out to dinner tonight.  A steakhouse.  Like the Roadhouse Grill.  So, that’s where we’re going.

We went last December, on a Tuesday. I remember because I was kind of out of it all evening and I still wonder if maybe my weekly hypnosis session was still rolling around in my head.  It was one of the strangests sensations I’ve ever experienced while not under the influence of something. 

They’d brought these scratch off games to our table and we both did one.  Brian scored a third prize, I nabbed a second.  He had completely forgotten about these and I reminded him of them last night, wondering when they expired.  He checked this morning and they expire the 28th. 

Third prize is a free lunch entree.  Second prize is a free dinner entree.  So, one of us is getting a free dinner tonight!  Yay!

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