GRATITUDES in Postcards 4

I’m no longer mourning my on 9/11 birthday. I’m taking phone calls, smiling, talking, and not so miserable that I can’t take part. G’s letting me travel on this day via a fun restaurant or two. Greek or Lebanese were my choices. Now menus from each restaurant fill my screen. Yes, I want soup AND salad. The chicken kabob dinner comes with these plus rice and hummus. He’s ordering three deserts. Lots of honey and rosewater reductions.

We will pick the dinners up and bring them home to eat at the new table. Yes, I have to photograph that for you. I have a fond hope there will be leftovers.
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Himself: Playing games. Getting tires on the Toyota…with a screw in one tire, you can’t just replace one tire when the rest are getting tired.
Myself: Doing laundry. He found me a silver and amber deco styled pin at an estate sale…dear man.
Reading: One of the last of the Dick Francis’s.
Photo: Taken on the grass at ‘Dog Shit Acres,” 1980? ’78 or 79?
Gratitude’s: That I am wonderfully alive, George still loves me after all these years, my cousin Tom is doing well with a Covid side effect, and SIL Will has begun walking.