Tonight Erin wanted some Trader Giotto’s Ricotta & Spinach Cannelloni which she had bought on her last excursion to Trader Jo’s. She shared some with me and wanted to know how I liked it. Erin really liked it, but it didn’t quite compare with what I had in Spain in 1962 or in Italy in 1998. I have very fond memories of those 2 experiences.
In 1962 I travelled for 2 weeks with my French friend Marie-Cécile and her younger sister and another friend of theirs. (Hi, M-C, if you are reading this!) We had visited her older sister at a beach house in La Escala, Spain, on the Costa Brava. We then drove in M-C’s deux chevaux Citroën to Valencia. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citroën_2CV
We camped out for 4 nights, each night pitching a tent on hard ground using “pics”. The campgrounds were open lots, not in the forests and parks that I was used to in California where I had never slept in a tent. We arrived in Valencia exhausted. We stayed at a lovely old hotel with an open cage elevator. And that Sunday afternoon… I had cannelloni for the first time … delicious!
In Assisi, Italy, in 1998 my sister, Patricia, and I had gone to visit the mountain retreat where St. Francis used to go to pray. On our walk back down to the city, we came across an isolated restaurant on the road side, and I had a marvelous cannelloni made with homemade pasta. Oh well, I guess Trader Giotto will have to do for now.
Lisa’s relatives , Sil and Pat, are visiting from Windsor, Canada, so we went to Brandon and Lisa’s for a barbecue tonight. Brandon barbecued steaks, chicken, and asparagus, and Lisa made delicious risotto.
Erin was lively and participated actively in the conversation. She said that it was so fun!
Erin and I went to see my friend Erlene at Eskaton today. Tuesday was Erlene’s birthday, so we celebrated belatedly. We stopped at Bella Bru Cafe on the way and picked up sandwiches and a slice of tiramisu, and then had lunch on Erlene’s patio. Erlene also offered 2 other desserts (shown in photo). The chocolate dutch cake from Bel Air was delicious.
That is the 3rd time in 10 days that I have had tiramisu, and each one is very different. I liked today’s the best, but it still wasn’t as good as I had remembered it.
Erin and Erlene have a bond. They both have word recall and mobility problems and commiserate with each other.
Erin saw Dr. Lallana, the neuro-oncologist, this afternoon, and he said that the MRI taken last Friday was clear, just showing scar tissue. Erin complained of her eyes not focusing and more double vision, so he gave her a referral to the ophthalmologist.
Afterwards, she wanted to go to Del Taco, and she directed Clark perfectly avoiding the cement barrier that prevents turning into Del Taco from Arden Way. Clark is always amazed that Erin knows driving directions so well.
Brandon brought Beck over this afternoon. Beck wanted to show Erin his new skeleton dog, Rex. Brandon had posted on Facebook that he never thought that Lisa would let them get a dog. Brandon even made a dog house for Rex.
Yesterday Clark, Erin, and I went to Lodi to meet my friend Joanne Donovan for lunch at Pietro’s restaurant. Joanne and I shared an apartment in Sacramento for 6 months 1960-61 when we were both teaching. The apt sharing was interrupted when I broke my leg skiing in March of ’61. We have gotten together almost yearly for lunch ever since. Joanne introduced us to Pietro’s last year, and we liked it so much, we went back again this year.
Erin loved her mushroom risotto, and I my trio of ravioli, pesto spaghetti, and lasagna. (We took home half and had it for dinner.) Then to cap it off we had tiramisu, plus Joanne gave us a box of goodies from the local bakery. Erin ate most of a berry scone on the 45 min trip back to Sacramento.
Today Erin had an MRI. She said that they used a new kind of contrast dye. Her followup with the neuro-oncologist hasn’t been set up yet. After the MRI, we went down the hall and Erin got her flu shot, which she said was painless.
Today marked the end of 45 years of the Sacramento Bridge Club being in its own small building behind the Dante Club. The Director in charge of finding our new location announced that we didn’t have to sing, “Auld Lang Syne”. That choked me up, but there were no tears. … everyone seems to be looking forward to a new era. In a couple of months, we will be moving to a new location up on Hurley off of Howe about 1.5 mi from here (whereas the Dante spot was 1.1 mi and I did walk it a few times.) In the meantime we will play out in Folsom for a couple of weeks, and then at a temporary location next door to the new spot.
Cindy picked up Erin this evening and they met Aletha, Vivian, and baby Sydney for dinner at Lemon Grass restaurant. Erin and Cindy both raved over how cute Sydney is.
Last night when Clark and I were playing bridge, Erin called just as a hand was finishing up. I was able to talk to her for a couple of minutes before the next round started. She was in panic about something, but I couldn’t figure out what. I asked if she had fallen or broken something, and if she was in the kitchen, the bathroom, or the garage, and she said no to all of these questions. But, she said that I wasn’t going to like it. I thought that maybe she had broken a china lamp, but she said no to that, too.
I asked if she wanted Brandon to come over, and she said no. So, I hung up and called Brandon, and asked if he could call her and find out what was wrong. A short while later I had a text from him. He said that she had dropped mac ’n cheese on the living room carpet. He decided it could wait and didn’t come over to the house. He said that she was quite lucid.
When we got home, we found her with the vacuum cleaner and orange cheese stained towels working to clean the mess up. We got most of the spot out with rug cleaner and soap and water. It was a relief that Erin was not hurt.