Timelies all!

Trying to figure out what to do with my folks that won't involved a lot of walking, as my mom's sciatica is still acting up. Will brainstorm with Gary when he gets home.

I am home where there is wine and many treats to eat. But I can't even decide what I feel like! Apple pie cake? Cheese and crackers? Popcorn? Pumpkin ice cream? I think cheese and crackers might be the winner.

Come to find out, the actual answer was cheese and crackers AND apple pie cake.

Huh. Something weird just went down on the corner. As I was coming home, I saw a guy hanging out by the stop sign, like a demonstration of what loitering looks like, which is unusual. Got inside and heard sirens, so I looked out a window to see what was happening and there was an ambulance pulled up near the guy, like they were asking directions or something. So I figure maybe he called the ambulance for someone inside the building, go about my business for a bit but look out a window again because I am nosy. Now there's a whole bunch of cops in addition to the medics, and they handcuff the guy who had been hanging around and put him in the back of a squad car. Ambulance drives off with no passengers, as far as I can tell. Hearing more sirens now, but I think farther away.

Weird!

the actual answer was cheese and crackers AND apple pie cake.

That sounds like a great combination.

Our favorite Vietnamese restaurant, which was supposedly closing in a couple of months, moved it up to Tuesday. This past Tuesday. Our last chance to get vermicelli and spring rolls with peanut sauce...gone.

Woe, Dana!

That does sound weird, -t!

I got confirmation that Hubby's name will be inscribed on the memorial wall for donors next June. There will be a ceremony honoring new names after that. I'll need to tell his daughter. That made me mull over local, ie Mormon, traditions for the dead, and I started wondering if his daughter would have her kids do a baptism for the dead for him. The theory is that people who haven't had a chance to hear the Mormon gospel in life will be offered its "blessings" in the afterlife so they can go on to the higher level of heaven.

But to cut to the chase, I had a sudden image of after life Mormon missionaries going up to the heavens of other religions, knocking on the door, and telling the baptized souls that they had a wonderful opportunity to move over to the Mormon heaven, thanks to their descendants. And picturing a pair of missionaries going into Valhalla to tell the roistering departed that their descendants wanted them to live in a non-roistering heaven, where the men wear ties and there is no booze at all, made me laugh out loud.

Because really, fresh-faced Mormon missionaries. Valhalla. Vikings with mugs of ale being told their descendants thought they'd be happier somewhere else.

Bummer, Dana!

Connie, ha!

Watching Grey's, and I like that they are using real flashbacks. Also, even after all these years, I think of JAR as "one of ours."