Monday, February 12, 2018
He was from Philly, he said. He and his wife come down every year to spend a couple months with their daughter. That day, it was twelve below with the wind chill factor. I have to take the picture, I said. It was just too good.
Living the Dream.
Me, too. Saturday was a spa day for me at a place on the coast. Eighty minute massage followed by an eighty minute facial. Pampered, I was. When they were finished with me, I met up with Ili and had a drink. We hadn't eaten and were both starved, so we went to the restaurant for an early dinner. I mean early. We were the first ones there. The waitress brought us menus, then a bottle of wine. I didn't look at the menu. I was in some sort of coma--a stupor, if you will. When the waitress came back, and she was a nice young lady, she asked us some questions.
"I don't know," I said. "I can't even read the menu. I've been upstairs getting worked over for the last three hours. I can't move. She's going to have to feed me. We're just going to eat and go back to the room and have some whiskey and watch 'I, Tonya.'"
The waitress had a frozen smile. Ili looked horrified.
"He was at the spa!" she explained. "'I, Tanya' is a movie."
A real stupor. I remember watching the Olympics later that night and landing a sloppy double axel with the whiskey bottle in my hand.
Eldercare hasn't been all bad so far. In the morning we had a perfect breakfast overlooking the ocean. A pitcher of mimosas, an omelet, gravlax, bagels, cream cheese. . . .
Now it is over and it is time to train like an Olympian. That's the idea, anyway. Maybe I'll try some gentle stretching.
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