I hope my previous report didn’t make you think our days are no longer filled with good things to report. I think we’ll always experience good things. I am sure they will be different, but we’ll have them. In the meantime, we still derive a good bit of pleasure out of each day.
Kate was slow getting up again yesterday. We skipped Panera for the second day in a row and went directly to lunch. For about the third or fourth time in a row, we had dessert. I see a habit developing. Our server is now automatically telling us what they have and any special desserts for the day. There was a time that we rarely had a dessert after a meal. Now we have dessert at five of the restaurants we visit weekly.
Yesterday afternoon we went to our oldest community theater where they were performing Beauty and the Beast. Each summer they do a play or musical primarily for children. When our grandchildren used to visit, we would take them. Now we go by ourselves. Kate loved it.
From there we went straight to dinner at a Thai restaurant that is becoming our favorite Sunday night place. I ordered a dish that we have had before. This time I selected shrimp instead of chicken. Kate couldn’t stop talking about how good the sauce was. She loves rice, and I had saturated it with the sauce. I make a point of this because she rarely comments much about the meals we have except for the desserts. Her taste buds are still working.
Saturday night, we watched the first half of the 25th Anniversary concert of Les Miserables. Last night, we watched the second half. Kate was as taken with it as she was the first time she saw it. This was the fourth time we have seen it in four weeks.
We’re off to a good start this morning. Kate was up early enough for us to get to Panera right after 10:00. She is in a cheerful mood. Sometimes she likes to tease me. She is sitting across the table from me right now. A minute ago, she said, “If you just didn’t wear glasses, you’d be perfect.” I like that better than when she says, “You’re a nice guy, but you’re not handsome.”
As I was writing that last sentence, she said, “What is your name?” I told her. Within seconds, she said, “What’s the first name again?” Then she asked a third time. I told her, smiled, and said, “I love you.” She said, “I love you too.”
