Sunday, November 30, 2025
Peter made a mistake and pushed the phone instead of the message icon and woke me at 4:30 a.m. to tell me he shoveled twice, and it's still snowing. I couldn't get back to sleep.
It really did snow! Our Piazza has proof.
Thursday, November 27, 2025
For table favors I made boxes with a turkey graphic name and printed colored feathers. I filled them with a trail mix and included a tiny top with a note saying "Pilgrim children most likely played with tops". I also made one for each of my second floor neighbors.
Saturday, November 22, 2025
Peter and I went to the Folk Fair in the afternoon. We had to park some distance away on 85th Street; I was glad that I had my walker.
We enjoyed two sessions of the dancers. Seating was limited, so I sat on my walker, which was very handy with its elevated seat. Peter sat behind in the bleachers. I could hear him having a conversation with someone seated next to him. Sure enough, there is bound to be someone he knows, or someone who knows someone he knows. The person was someone who was related to someone Peter worked with at Briggs & Stratton. This person was a member of a Czech soccer team who knew my former neighbor Jerry Panek.
We each had a crepe with strawberry jam to tide us over until we would have a more substantial meal at Pegasus.
We viewed the cultural booths and then took the long walk back to our car.
Because I was unsuccessful getting an egiftcard for Jay's Birthday present on my computer, we drove to Lake Park Bistro to buy one in person. Peter waited in the car while I went inside. The bartender asked if I'd like a coffee of wine while I waited. I never thought about that. I went out and asked Peter to come in for a nightcap. Peter had a wine, I had a warmed Grand Marnier; I never had it warmed, and the aroma was intoxicating.
We were almost finished when another bartender asked if we were hungry. I told him we had eaten already. He was offering us complementary salmon dinners because there were some unclaimed dinners or something. So sorry that we had to refuse.
Tuesday, November 18, 2025
I had a sleepless night, worried that I would not hear the 4:00 a.m. wake-up alarm to be ready for Janice's 4:45 a.m. pick-up to attend the 6:00 a.m. mass at Holy Hill.
There were announcements in the church bulletin regarding the veneration of the relics of Saint Therese of Lisieux; Janice also emailed me the information and asked if I'd like to go.
It was still dark and we drove in a light drizzle in light traffic. We parked in general parking and I had difficulty going up an incline to the entrance, that I knew I'd never be able to go down with my walker. There was ample handicapped parking which Janice moved to.
The cathedral was decorated in huge bouquets of roses around the altar, side altars and in front of the St. Therese shrine. People were filing down the aisle to kneel and touch the reliquary that bore the relics; some touched the with pictures, prayer books or rosaries. The church was filled almost to capacity by the time mass began with at least six priests celebrating the mass along with sacristans.
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People were lined up after mass to continue venerating the relics; we left for Janice and Brad's home.
Brad had fresh coffee brewing and ready. Janice had a faux egg dish and hash-browned potatoes and sweet potatoes with other vegetables for breakfast that we finished off with organic muffins.
I needed to catch up on my sleep when I got home.
I played sheepshead, took a full bag of gathered shawls to the Prayer Shawl Ministry and read scripture at the 4:00 p.m. mass.
Saturday, November 1, 2025
I drove in light rain to my hair appointment, and the rain continued as I drove home. Claude still wanted to collect my dragon leaf begonias to store at his house.
Claude came about 1:30 p.m. and put the begonias in his car. I took some stems and, hopefully, will get them to root.
Claude told me about Beethoven's symphonies that will be playing during the New York marathon and I wanted to show him how I listen to music through my speakers. Unfortunately, I wasn't getting any sound from them. He fixed that by securing the wires; now they work fine. I'm looking forward to listening to a new station.
My digital clock hasn't had the correct information since I hung it up. Claude put that in order.
Laura's CARE package dinner from last night came in handy to share with Claude: bacon-wrapped meat loaf, mashed potatoes and red cabbage from her garden. We started with pumpkin soup that I made yesterday, and finished with cream cheese topped brownies that I made for a memorial service.
Claude finished my balcony by pulling out the entire root systems from the two planters. I have two large plastic bags for composting.
I'm leaving the coleus until the frost kills them. They are still so lovely.
I finished a shawl while I watched the Dodgers beat the Blue Jays in a heart-breaking game. The Jays were leading the entire game until the ninth inning when the Dodgers tied it; they won 5 - 4 in the 11th inning.
