My Esteemed Spouse will head for Louisiana on Sunday. His mother has hip-replacement surgery on Wednesday. I will once again stay at home. This is turning into one of those summers where he gets to go and do, and I get to play house cat. Oh, well. I'm hoping that once we get the results of my son's bar exam (which I know will be positive!), we'll fly down to Little Rock for his swearing in. That will be after the semester begins, though.
I promised a blog about my Uncle Sherman's wife Denny. Following graduation from high school in 1969, I rode a bus to California and lived with them and their six kids for the summer prior to college beginning. Aunt Denny didn't drive, so we walked everywhere. (She later on did get a license.) One day she took me to San Francisco, just the two of us, and we spent the day on Fisherman's Wharf. She was one of the most intelligent people I've ever known, but she could be a bit prickly at times. She said what she thought. For a Southern girl who lived in a home where virtually no one said what they thought, I found her strangely refreshing and yet occasionally insensitive.
Aunt Denny helped usher in the Silicon Valley computer age. She designed chips. (I think so, anyway. I seem to remember someone saying that.) That's probably why she developed bone cancer and died at a relatively young age. Then Uncle Sherman left the U.S. for the Phillipines, where he remarried. The six kids are mostly still in California, as far as I know. I met with their oldest, Sherman II, and his son when I went to San Francisco for a conference. None of them seem much interested in their dad's side of the family, so we haven't kept in touch.
Esteemed Spouse took me out to Bonefish Grill last night. It was really nice, but a bit too candlelit for me. I do love to SEE what I'm eating. The food was delicious. I had salmon; he had rainbow trout. We shared a shrimp appetizer that was excellent. At last, someone in Michigan can cook shrimp. Usually when we get them here, they're either gritty or rubbery. Don't ask me why. But these were perfect.
Back to work. I live to serve.
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