|It's really pretty awesome here.|
Post respite, my mom and I are back in our routine. Morning beach walk for me, snoozy day for her. Martini at 5. Dinner was a piece of diced up sausage, a sweet potato with a ton of butter, and half an avocado. There will be vanilla ice cream later.
Both my mom and I had a wonderful time. Wonderful, marvelous, such beautiful scenery, were some of her descriptors. She especially loved that her room had French doors that opened onto a private patio where she had her breakfast. When I got there, the white tablecloth was still on the table. Just a like a resort, she said. The hospice nurse and the hospice facilities coordinator said the staff thought she was the life of the party. I'm not making this up.
And me? I had a wonderful time with my friend Pete. Fun with his family and friends and a visit to Chicago.
We caught one of the World Music Festival's concerts--Aziz Sahmaoui and The University of Gnawa.
Amazing. Look and listen.
And we paid a visit to Obama. Well...just his house. And right down the street, THIS was going on.
Seriously. Both my mom and I came home happy.