It sure makes a difference to sleep the entire night without awaking. I feel fantastic this morning. The coughing has really lessened and the goal is not to push myself so hard that it returns. Mom has an afternoon appointment with the eye surgeon to have a look at the surgery site. But first this morning, I am going to the other rehab, we will go to lunch and begin to buy things for Michael's mom's 80th birthday visit in July. I want to buy some defusers for both guest bedrooms, new pillowcases and fancy hangers for the closets.
Since it is Friday, we are looking forward to our after work music and conversation -with a cocktail for Michael - in the garden. The weather should be gorgeous and expected to be even warmer this weekend.
Michael mentioned this morning that on Saturday night, he wants to put the top down on the car and drive the ridge, which overlooks both the ocean and the Silicon Valley through the redwoods. It opens into a small town in the Santa Cruz mountains and that road leads into a city, which is a gateway to Santa Cruz on the coast. We usually stop for a cup of coffee or a quick dinner before driving the very mountainous and curvy Highway 17 to Santa Cruz then begin to drive the 45-minutes north to our little town. The best time to ride in a convertible is at nighttime. We have driven this same route in the past and since we are away from any city lights when we are driving up the coast, the large array of stars is always breathtaking and there is always a feeling of total awe in its vast beauty.
William phoned on Wednesday. It is so hard for a mom to hear that a child is ill. I wanted to rush wherever he was and fix it all. They all got something while in Europe and even had to cancel a concert as the lead singer had no voice. He was under doctor's care, told to not speak, given shots and isolated. They made the concert last night and have today off on their way to Houston. We just sent him an e-mail regarding a restaurant there. He must go. The owner/chef was a guitarist who played with Michael and me before we even dated. I have known the chef since he was 15-years old. When we were traveling between San Antonio and New Orleans, we had arranged to meet him at one of his restaurants. Forty years had passed since we had seen him. We had a ball. He knows about William and his job so we suggested that William let the him know he is coming. We'll see if he takes our advice and goes or not. When we saw this on the menu, we knew it would entice him: Seared Foie Gras ‘Poor Boy’ w/ Truffle Slaw & Foie Gras Remoulade. Bingo!
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