Feed Me, Seymour

The Dowager Duchess has already spent two nights at home in her own bed. Her recovery has been incredible. After only 24 hours at home, she began to take charge of her apartment again. (She even re-did her nails.) By tomorrow (Thursday), I might not be the boss of anything around here.

And that makes me so happy.

Too bad the weather continues its miserable ways. Otherwise we’d get out for a walk together. In the meantime, the Duchess did get out for a bit today (in the rain) so we could check in with her doctor. (All’s well.) In addition, she and I do laps of her building’s, thankfully block-long, lobby.

Temps are supposed to be back below freezing tomorrow (and snow). If the Kid Brother shows up, he and San Geraldo will head to the casino for a while (poor guys). The Duchess and I will stay home for some appointments and deliveries.

TSAR PUTIN.  OOPS!  I MEAN TSAR NICOLAS II DARK BREAD.
IT’S GETTING HARD TO TELL ONE FROM THE OTHER… THE TSARS, I MEAN.

I don’t know what we’ll do about lunch tomorrow if San Geraldo isn’t here. He’s been serving up wonderful soups and sandwiches. Tuesday, we had grilled cheese served on the most delicious Russian dark bread, alongside tomato/basil soup. The soup was Healthy Choice, out of a can (tin), but that’s more than I would have done. Of course, he cooks dinner, too. Pasta, chili, home-made chicken soup, chicken/rice curry.

GRILLED CHEEESE ON RUSSIAN DARK BREAD.
TOMATO/BASIL SOUP.

Sunday, the Kid Brother and I walked over to Nathan’s for hot dogs. Despite facing directly into the wind-driven snow, we had a great time. And we capped it off with another visit to the store across the street from Nathan’s, IT’SUGAR.

It’s the only store open around there this time of year; otherwise I would never have gone in… again. I swear!

SO EASY TO GET A SMILE OUT OF THE KID BROTHER…
ALL I HAVE TO DO IS ASK HIM TO PAY FOR LUNCH.
IF NOT FOR SAN GERALDO, THIS IS WHERE I’D BE DINING.



Feed me, San Geraldo…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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