The best laid plans of mice and men. It was very cold this weekend. I didn't get much riding in. Fifteen years ago we had a cold snap that lasted almost 2 weeks that dipped into the 20's. The cold is one thing, but the wind chill fact is worse.
Food was our DOC, drug of choice, this weekend. It gave us comfort. We went into the City, and got a parking place in North Beach. We took Brit and Paul to Original Joe's and showed them all the our old bohemian hangouts. Finished the night with some cannoli. 3 cannoli without a generous tip cost 13.50. We kept running into people we knew.
Sunday our friend Guy brought over a delicious pan of sausage lasagna. It was food, food, and more food.
My friend continues to languish in the hospital. He is not doing and, does not want to live. It's very sad. Life is sad, and beautiful. I have a lot of guilt, being Catholic. I've tried to be a good friend to him. Harsh words of the past can haunt us.
When he came to live with us I told him I would be here for him till the end, and I will honor that commitment.
It's too much for me to write about just now. This is the best I can do at this moment. We must go on. This has been a hell of a fucking year.
Life is what happens in between meals.
Peace,
Make Food/Not War
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