Dear mom is in the hospital with a touch of pneumonia. We had just moved her to a new apartment, and she was already a little discombobulated, then she got sick with a cough. When I called the hospital today to ask her if there was anything I could bring her when I came to visit this afternoon, she said, "Could you get me some frozen asparagus?" Not slippers or a magazine or a hairbrush or a robe; not pictures from home or a mirror or a radio. Just frozen asparagus. Apparently she prefers it to fresh. She likes to put one or two stalks in the microwave to heat, and then nibbles away. It's her new favorite snack. Plus it keeps her protime steady. Now I just hope the hospital staff lets her eat it. Stay tuned.
Meeting some friends for dinner and drinks later tonight at Cascadia. And then, tomorrow, I get to go to Bizarro Bistro with the fabu RL for Wolfgang's Birthday. Wheee!! I can hardly wait.