Sigh. Seventy-one is old for an ex coke head with a heart problem, but by damn, he left us too young.
Yesterday was quite the day for meals (which I did not have to cook). For Brunch, Jeff and ScaryClown and I sucked back an Islands inflected breakfast at the Reef on Main street and then took a tour of the shops; for dinner Doug cooked a magnificent roast lamb with greek salad, greek style potatoes (oh…my… god they were good) and hummus, pita and tzatziki. I even drank red wine and didn’t get a migraine. Keith and Jeff accompanied me on that trek to the golden kitchen of Doug. As always, the soundtrack at their place is amazing. I never go over there but that I think I want to live there!
When asked, why return to Toronto, Elly had a few comments. It is home. Her mother’s dying of emphysema (not that Elly means to get close to her or effect a reconciliation after all the crap…). It’s closer to grandchildren; it’s closer to children; it’s closer to New York, where she is establishing a new chapter in her mental health career (her show went over really well). Vancouver and her time in BC got her healthy, healthy enough that she tossed her journals. (Why do I need them? It’s just endless boohooing. There’s no value in it. Gave me a twinge about the blog, believe you me.) Doug’s career is portable, as is hers. And the maraschino on top is getting out before the Olympics. Grr.
Doug showed off his new insulin monitoring device; he says if he can reduce the number of injections from four to five a day to one every three days he’ll gladly participate in the research.
When Jeff and I moved in here I whined about how I didn’t have any cast iron frying pans. Well, I do now; Doug and Elly are dejunking and I acquired two. Shout out for Jeff who enquired if they were dejunking. Keith may get the computer desk but he has to run it by Paul first.
I don’t have a picture of Doug’s new beard styling, but it rocks. I do have pics of his pumpkin, and will post later …