T Stands for Anniversary Dinner

 

Our plans for our anniversary dinner began at the dentist for a routine check-up and cleaning. Happily, I made it in to the No Cavity Club. Himself did not.

For dinner, we decided to travel a few towns further east to Wayland and Giacomo's Restaurant. We've eaten here before.

The waiter brought amazing bread. I was going to order a  Prosecco, but they only sold it by a split (2 glasses). Himself doesn't drink alcohol and I knew it would be lights out after one glass of wine let alone two. I ordered a glass of White Zinfadel instead.

We ordered an antipasto

On special was lobster and shrimp in gravy (sauce) and you could have the gravy 4 different ways. Chef's Special, Traditional Lobster, Marinara, and I forget the fourth way. We were both thinking of ordering the special, but I had to have a conversation with our waiter first.

The special was served over home-made fusilli. I needed to know if it was real fusilli (which is long, curly noodles resembling old telephone cord) or if it was short, more like rotini. Shape and size does matter.

The waiter assured me the noodles were the correct length. I ordered mine with the traditional lobster sauce (Ma made lobster tails and linguini for Christmas Eve Dinner. The dish was the short version of the Feast of the 7 Fishes because the Brother and I hated the traditional fish dishes). Himself had the Chef's Special which turned out to be a little heavy handed with the crushed, red pepper.

Himself had been trying to watch the Red Sox (baseball) game in the reflection of a mirror. The waiter was kind enough to run back to the television to check the score for Himself and even gave him a play by play.

The food was very good and I was surprised how busy and loud the restaurant was on a Wednesday night. Then I smiled. Loud talking. Typical for Italian household.

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.

Monet, Miro, and Me

 

are brainstorming calligraphy topics for continuing students. Beginner topics are pretty much set in stone as they cover the basics. Classes at the museum start next week.

How Does Your Garden Grow?

 

This is what greeted me when I got home from the runaway trip with Teague. Himself thought we needed to mark our anniversary even though we had said we weren't going to get anything.

Mums in the wishing well

A bee loves the Heath asters

How does your garden grow?

Happy, Little, Time Waster

 

How to Make Floating Pockets with No Glue for Junk Journals

The Friday Five Good Things

Teague and I at Gunstock Mountain Resort

Five good things that happened this week.

1.Teague and I had an amazing dinner of lobster crab cakes at Patrick's Irish Pub for our last dinner at Weirs Beach.

2. While it was fun being away for the week with no responsibilities, it was good to get home.

3. It's exhausting being on vacation, I did absolutely nothing on Monday.

4. I was able to get an appointment with  the doctor to get my knee checked. She concurred it was arthritis. I asked for a second opinion and she said I was fat, too. Ba-dum Tish! 🤣I don't have to wear the knee stabilizer any more

5. Everyone should have a brother or sister of the heart. I'm glad Teague is mine. We had an awesome time on the ski lift at Gunstock Mountain Resort. Are you kidding? I wouldn't have ridden the ski lift with two good knees let alone one. 🤣

How was your week?

Please note Blogger is being a PITA and I am not able to comment on my blog as well as other blogs. Hopefully, this is a glitch and will be fixed soon.

TBT Reprints from CJ's Whine and Cheeze

    In 2003, Ma had a stroke. Dad was her full time caregiver until he he had a car accident that totaled the car. So in 2006, I became their chauffeur among other jobs.

At the time, to deal with the stress of running two households and working, I kept a blog entitled CJ's Whine and Cheeze. Egged on by some friends who enjoyed the first read through, you'll see your part when it comes by.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Advice

The mail arrived with a check for the phone bill and a letter from Dad, a newsy note. The Brother had gone to pay them a surprise visit on Sunday. The surprise was on The Brother as the Weebles were not at home. Dad's friend had taken them for storm supplies on a three hour shopping expedition to Market Basket. Lord knows how they would make it through the one to three inches of snow without a case of Pastene canned tomatoes. Dad was sorry they missed The Brother's visit but was pleased with The Brother's phone call later that evening.

The end of the letter turned to Dad venting. Seems Ma was singing the "He's Stupid" song. No surprise there. I did chuckle at the last paragraph, some words of advice from father to daughter.

Growing up, Dad really didn't have much to say to The Brother and myself. When he did have something to say, he was like that old E. F. Hutton commercial. "When E. F. Hutton talks, people listen." 

"...It's wonderful to have a perfect wife, pure as can be. I keep telling her that perfection was made 2,000 years ago. And we ain't going to sing Ave Marie.

Love,

Dad

P. S. Don't you ever get to be like her.

I'm listening, Dad, I'm listening.

Adventures of the Poor, Little Boob

   This journal is about my journey with DCIS which began in January 2024. Ductal Carcinoma in Situ. A form of breast cancer. I didn't tell many people. Family, a handful of close friends. I didn't even tell my bosses at the museum where I teach. Somewhere along the line after much prodding and poking, I decided the My DCIS Journey was too boring so retitled the journal Adventures of the Poor, Little Boob.

The Poor, Little Boob has been cancer-free since June 0f 2024, and still has another year of taking hormone therapy and being monitored by an oncologist. My target date for ending the medication and this journey is June1, 2027

I had called Dana Farber and things seemed to be moving forward. While visiting Teague, she suggested I get a referral from my doctor even though Dana Farber said they didn't need a referral. It wouldn't hurt to cross the T and dot the i and might even be a bit of insurance.