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Eliot is moving to Georgetown this Sunday, for just a month, then he'll swing back here for four days before he flies back to Denmark. He's such a nice guy, he cooked us a special dinner last night. He asked what we'd like and I said something without sauce (a challenge because he loves sauces, like a French chef, but I don't). We had some filets mignon in the freezer, so he did those.

The Menu

Appetizer: buffalo mozzarella bruschetta on homemade soda bread with basil chiffonade, pink sparkling wine

Main: seared filet mignon, frites, mixture of grilled and pickled peach slices, Italian red wine

Dessert: homemade ice cream sandwiches on homemade chocolate chip cookies






As we were cleaning up, Eliot made a sweet speech about how he almost didn't get to live his dream of cooking in an American restaurant and how having a place to land for free helped make it come true because there was at least one thing he didn't have to worry about. And I said, "You might be under the impression that I like every person in their 20s who comes around here, but it's not true. I actually like you especially. I think we were lucky in you." I could have said that I don't even like all the Eliots who stay here equally, because we did have a previous long-staying guest also named Eliot, but it didn't seem the moment for wry jokes.

Here there should be a picture of Eliot cooking, and a plate with an entree.

It was the second time in my recovery period that I've had alcohol against medical advice. I feel okay today, maybe because I'm almost at the 4 week mark. I suspect it will be a long time before I can bend an elbow as I used to, though.

I spent several hours today making a necklace for Kay. She is going to a wedding and we did some online consultation about a comfortable but stylish top for the event, and she ended up buying a top, see photo below. I knew she wouldn't have a piece of jewelry for this and I got an idea of what I'd like to make, and when I went to Michaels they had two sets of silicone beads in the exact right colors.



Of course, if LJ would let me, I'd show you a picture, but I'm still waiting for my free professional package. Anyway, I'm very satisfied with it. You know, it's hard to come up with gifts for people in their 60s. Not me, I like everything. Just give me more things - earrings, dresses, books, Beanie Babies. But everyone else, it's hard to think of things for them.


And here is a picture of my hair, which is two tones of green and tipped with black. Very on fleek. Please imagine the picture, which I will put in later.



Total confusion for the last two days about Toby trying to log in to the Church Board meeting. He was sure it was yesterday at 5:00 on Microsoft Something. I should have read the email from the church admin person more carefully, because it didn't say anything about the Board meeting but Toby thought that's what it was about. So I got all involved in trying to download Microsoft Authenticator for him and then figure out how to get to a meeting on Microsoft. It never happened and I was upset - a little - that he had missed his commitment. Although I also didn't quite believe that they'd schedule a meeting for 5:00 on a Thursday, but Tobes was very sure of it.

Well, of course, there was no meeting yesterday. And then today he was sure it was at 7:00 and once again we were trying to figure out what Microsoft had to do with it. I called two people on the Board to get some clarity, and found out that the Board meetings are on the last Tuesday of every month on Zoom. That Microsoft thing was about where they store the documents for the meeting, so you can review them.

This is the thing that freaks me out, his difficulty understanding what he reads and holding dates and times in his head. I don't know what it is. And he'll get a weird idea and not notice it makes no sense - like, no volunteer org has weekday meetings at 5:00, because people have jobs they are just leaving then. Like not being able to understand what the pharmacist told him about the Vyvanse. I mean, I do know what it is, generally; he's losing focus and clarity.

But he's a sweet old guy, and he's my guy, so we'll muddle on.