Three Fat Ladies

The three M’s having fun joking about being the three fat ladies, 2013.

Margot and Zoe drove down to pick up Milaka airport.  Thanks to her stepmother, she was able to fly down and ride over to Arizona with her sister.  They talked all the way from the airport, talked through dinner, and I’m sure are still talking.  We had them to dinner here….which Laka ordered by phone from Portland.

The pizza was good, but Filipe’s makes a better antipasto salad.  Did I say that?

The Great Geezer was right in the middle of it all, and he held up well surrounded by three fat ladies, volumes of laughter, and a few tears.  I had over done at the pool and was only half holding up.  It was a very good visit.

Margot and Zoe after dinner.  2013.

Paul/Pop, and Margot at Margot’s graduation dinner, June 2013.

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Life is Really in the Footnotes:

Himself:  Worked through the noise and confusions of visitors right up to five, then  he ran over and picked up dinner.  Seemed to enjoy the girls, and enjoyed three episodes of West Wing. 

Herself:  The tendon in front, the one that snapped all those years ago in yoga and snapped in the middle of the night several weeks ago, it doesn’t like me at all after the pool walk.  By bed time, I couldn’t walk on land either.  I’ll calI the doc when the office opens. I took a half a pain pill and slept through the night for the very first time since surgery.

Reading:  Nothing at the moment.  Imagine that.

Balance:  Not going to the pool today.