When Clark, Patricia, and I were leaving Monterey this morning, I remembered that last year Erin had us pick up ribs at the El Rancho Market in Marina. This is a place she used to frequent about 10 years ago when she worked for the federal government on the old Fort Ord site.
Clark graciously agreed to stop even though he was anxious to get home to watch the 49er-Green Bay football playoff. (He listened to it on radio as best he could with Patricia’s and my chatting.) When we found the market, Clark enthusiastically also purchased carnitas, a roasted chicken, and a fried tilapia.
As we were driving home, it occured to me that it would be a nice time to invite our brother Bob to dinner so that Patricia would have a chance to see him before she returns home to Denver on Wed. Bob got my email just as we were entering Sacramento. He could come if we could swing by and pick him up so that he would just miss half time of the football game. At the very next exit we exited to get him … perfect timing.
Erin is walking a lot, most of the time without a cane. She has even developed a blister on the side of her heel from the temporary brace.