We took Herself the Elder out today for a bite of lunch, a bit of light banter, and some medium-heavy shopping.
A tip of the Mad Dog sombrero to the staff at the Weck’s near Juan Tabo and Copper; they were exemplary, nearly as sweet as the two giant brownies we had for dessert.
Too, kudos to HtE, who has bounced back quite nicely after a long stretch of physical, emotional, and geographical challenges. She’s still using a walker, but her strength, endurance, and mobility seem greatly improved and she may be able to graduate to a HurryCane before long. We bought her one today, just in case.
I could’ve used a walker myself after that meal. Or maybe a wheelchair. The Original papas plate is a major gut-bomb, especially when you smother it with green chile and chase it with a brownie.
I felt like Monsieur Creosote after I finished that bad boy. Thank God nobody offered me a wafer-thin mint.
Tags: Herself, Herself the Elder, Weck's
February 7, 2020 at 5:32 pm |
Great to see that “Family” is still important in America … and the O’Gs are leading the way!!
Please pass on to HtE that we love her and she far exceeds my capability to “Surf the Innertubes”!!
Rock on, HtE!!!!! 🙂
February 7, 2020 at 5:41 pm |
Better, Monsieur? Better get a bucket!
Chris
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February 7, 2020 at 5:46 pm |
“I ’ope Monsieur was not overdoing it last night. …”
February 7, 2020 at 5:50 pm |
February 8, 2020 at 12:29 am |
I’ll say something nice about my mother-in-law: she gave birth to the best thing that ever happened to me. Beyond that….well…..there’s that. Seems like yours is lucky to have you for son-in-law, unlike mine.
February 8, 2020 at 6:22 am |
Nah, it’s all Herself. She’s a good daughter. I just tag along as comic relief.
February 8, 2020 at 6:14 am |
Patrick, you are a lucky guy as I am.
February 8, 2020 at 6:24 am |
Very true, señor. Charles Pelkey claims to be a member of an fraternity whose title I forget, but which basically consists of men who married above their station in life. “Me too,” sez I.
February 10, 2020 at 12:49 pm |
At a point in life, if you are lucky, you take care of the people that took care of you and that is how it should be.
I have a photo of the first time I held my son – I didn’t look happy, but I was – in fact I was scared shitless. Children don’t come with instruction manuals and if they did, many of them were not built to your specifications. I am convinced that you learn more from them than they do from you.
February 11, 2020 at 11:15 am |
Good on ya Patrick, spend time with the loved ones, They will be gone way too soon. Besides the htE will talk about your voracious appetite, this will provide subject matter at her residence. Been there done that. They are part of the dwindling circle.