· I’ve been reading other
friends blog rolls while G coughs. Yes,
he hacking, moaning, and groaning far, far less than he was yesterday. I have hopes that this won’t be a six week
long course of the disease. He has not
regained his appetite, but he does have a fragment of humor showing here and
there. Blog rolls are wonderful things
to keep sick husbands at bay. They are
wonderful new worlds even if they don’t fully catch one’s attention.
· Taxes. Our new accountant isn’t quite as modern as the
last two. He is a replacement for the Chi-Chi,
snooty company that bought out our favorite accountant’s clientele. The Big company didn’t want little folks
accounts, so they kept shoving us to the back of the stack until they had to
file an emergency extension. We were
not pleased. We are pleased with the new
man. He charges about five hundred
dollars less, and not an extension in sight. We shuffled tax stuff this grey and cold day.
· Saturday food
stuffs. We often go out to breakfast at
a local chain breakfast place, “The Broken Yolk,” Saturday mid morningish. It’s not that the food is Hotel Del quality,
but we know the staff. Having a friendly
place to start the day is always a good thing.
But to have the prices reasonable is doubly good. Laughing at ourselves, we began eating off
senior menus long before G reached senior status. Last week, somehow, we ended up at Denny’s for breakfast one morning. They too have a senior menu. The food isn’t as good as “The Broken Yolk,”
but the prices are less. We live in a
trifecta of Denny’s, and we rarely eat at any of them.
· Did I ever mention how
much I have tired of cooking.
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- Himself: Ran the adding machine. Taxes are done.
- Myself: Opened everything, made piles, and handed them to the adding machine man.
- Photo: G
- Reading: Imagine, I am in between books.
- Gratitude’s: That G is actually getting better.
When Laura was much younger, she loved Denny's. And Bob Ebans!
ReplyDeleteI'm tired of cooking too...but not tired of eating unfortunately Hope G feels better soon.
ReplyDeleteBack in the day, we used to like crossing the border (Sarnia to Port Huron) for one of Denny's slams (I always liked the French Slam), but then crossing the border became a pain. There is one in Ottawa, but on the other side of the city. I think we have been twice in all these years but only because we were in the neighbourhood.
ReplyDeleteBoy am I glad I am old and poor. Haven't had to file taxes in 10 years.
ReplyDeleteSounds like G might be making the turn. Hope he keeps up.
When I was a young mother and a lot more careless than I am now my sister and I used to take the toddlers to Denny's for breakfast or lunch because ours had a bar and we could get a drink with our meal.
ReplyDeleteWe have a restaurant took over a Denny’s — but the portions are huge. Who needs a 4 egg omelette. Tried bringing half home, but didn’t heat up well next day. I’ve tired of cooking, too.
ReplyDeleteHate getting ready for taxes... but we must do what we must do. ;)
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