Just got home from the little boy's Godmother's house. She had us over for supper: Baked chicken, green beans, carrots, little russian chocolates and borscht. It was very good borscht. I had two bowls. Cyndi and I brought a salad made of butter lettuce, sliced figs, stilton, candied (with maple syrup) and toasted pecans, and champagne-balsamic vinagrette. The people present were my wife, the little boy, the Godmother, the Godmother's motorcycle dealers (a very nice couple named Kari and Gail), Godmother's 19 year old daughter, and her friend. It was a very nice evening. We talked about motorcycles, Yellowstone, Russia, and generally just had a nice pleasant evening.
When we got home I checked on the tenant who overdosed. She is still in the hospital. Might have ruined her kidneys but the doctors are not yet sure. When she talks she babbles incoherently. The M.D.s don't know yet if the babbling is psychological or physical, temorary or permanent.
7 hours ago
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With prayers for the tenant - and of course for the family as well! SOunds like a very wonderful evening. Say "hello" to Godmother when you think of it!
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