When Im feeling down I make food. Food does have the ability to comfort us, It's something that is familiar, something we love. Food is a central point of our lives. It's there when we celebrate, and when we mourn, at weddings, christenings, and funerals.
I'm making a huge pot of red sauce. We're out of the last batch I made. Michael's daughter Britney, and son-in-law Paul, are coming in from Connecticut to help with Michael. I was there the day Britney was born. If I could have a daughter I'd want her to be just like her. Paul, her husband, is a wonderfully kind, strong, loving man.
We visited Michael in the hospital last evening, and I had one of the saddest moments of my life seeing him there in the state he is in. The staff at Alta Bates are incredibly kind and informative. He's getting the best care anyone could get, and surprisingly his prognosis is good. He did not have another stroke. There is cause for hope.
So, I'm done blogging for this week. I'll eat, and work out like a mad man this weekend.
We might get snow in Oakland tonight. My hands have been cold for two days, old age.
That's it.
Life is what in between meals.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
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