promises, promises….

I’m writing this because I said I would. Dinner was the worst. Bandera is part of a chain of restaurants that each has it’s own name — thus, inability to link by name unless you know. Known for their Bandera-style roasted chicken (over a visible open flame which I think is all done with mirrors and holograms), and cornbread. All I can say is yick. The cornbread is a lump of greasy mess with a few pieces of corn thrown in, some onions and some flavourless peppery looking things. I had two bites. One was like a crust of sugar, followed by a lump of salt. At least stir the ruddy stuff before baking. That was a wash. We both ordered the chicken, hers with mashed potatoes, mine with green rice and we shared a side of broccoli, the flavour of which was unfathomable, sort of like water, lime and butter or something. And much too soft for either of our tastes. Now, mind you, we were not drinking — that would have enhanced the dishes immensely, I imagine.

The main thing that concerned me was that the bones were cut… not taken apart at their natural linkages. So, the place where the thigh and drumstick met were slashed apart, leaving the drumstick with half a joint bleeding into the rest of the piece. I mentioned it to the server, and she said it was always like that.

I forgot to mention that they seated us right by the door at first – my friend asked to be away from the door, and they seated us as far in the back of the place as possible at a tiny table for two (5 year olds). We both just looked at her and she took us to a larger table in the middle of the restaurant. Tip %age going down?

I had to leave the talk we went to, go to the bathroom, and just decided to leave because I felt so bad. Mind you that was over an hour ago and I still feel awful. When you feel as though you’re losing your innards from both ends at the same time, it’s not at all fun. (back from another toidy run)

The intuitive ran the show rather differently. Tomorrow, I’ll have to ask my friend what the psychic said. I was a bit preoccupied. It was something about going back more than the usual 7 generations to do healing. Back to the beginning.

I’ll ask her tomorrow.

’til then, I’m going to sleep as much as I can, and drink water so as not to get dehydrated. I think I’ll just go out drinking from now on. Forget about the food! Wine, bring me mead, and a draught of my favourite ale! I’ll show them! Now, I’m totally losing it. Off to bed with me, I say.

I love you all!!!!

intuitive reader, here I come….

Had forgotten I said I would take a friend to see this woman tonight. She’s quite good, actually. Saw a few things when I first met her that very few if any had been brave enough to tell me. So this friend says yesterday, “When is that woman going to do her group again?” I said it was Tuesday night, not being truly sure.

We are going to have dinner first, then go to the group – at a local bookstore once a month. We sit in a circular formation, and the reader just goes round the room channeling bits and bobs of information and then tells each of us in turn. If we have a specific question, we can ask that, too. Sometimes she will concentrate a lot on one person, like she did on me last month (my first experience with this woman).

Ah, I have to take a shower now. Then must leave in about 40 minutes. Funny how you can’t get the shower out of your mind once you decide it’s time to take one!

I’ll report later when I get home, about both the dinner and the intuitive reader.

By the way, got a note yesterday from the IRS that my economic stimulus package of $600 would be in my mailbox by 5/23. Today I got another letter – a rather thick one – that said that I owed them another 200+ dollars. Bloomin’ heck. I was just planning to spend the cash on myself. Now I’m just going to put the remaining $400 in the bank for the State of California who are bound to find me out of balance on my 2007 tax return.

If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Haven’t read today’s properly to see what it’s all about. Better write a check and read about it later, or I’ll have another day’s delinquency to add. Bother

Today I read the obit of John M. Lewis, my college orchestra conductor. He was 94, I believe, when he passed a few weeks ago. Then read another of a French horn player I had worked with alot in the past, Joe Axup. And just a couple of days ago heard of the passing of my college piano teacher, Tom Gentry, a tall man known to one and all as the jolly queen giant.

Those legends are history. Their legacies live within me. Will I one day produce legacy for my students, acquaintances and friends? It is up to my generation now.

later, friends………..