Happy Valentines Day end of day

We have just returned from a lovely Sushi dinner. Amazingly enough, we walked into a KPBS special on aging well and tips to keep you in the game. I really get it, but for Joe I hope it is impacting him. They are talking about not settling, for life that is not of quality. Using your mind to strengthen your day to day life. Reconstructing memories of our individual history, that become who we are. Maintaining that sense of we are keeps us vital in our lives. Something Joe actively does daily. He is the most sentimental soul I may have ever known. Before dinner he was watching another KPBS Ernest Borgnine special and reminiscing how much his parents, especially loved him and laughed out loud watching him. He was laughing out loud, even though I smiled sincerely and did not find it laugh out loud material. But, I love anything that makes him happy.

For those of you who did not have to suffer my presence as I sailed into The Grove bemoaning my difficult morning, you were luck to have missed it. I came home sans VD card at the boys suggestion, since he said did not have one and begged me not to succumb to the greeting card holiday , only to find one on the couch for me. A sweet sappy card (typical for him) "thanking me for all I do". Guess you read the boy pretty well Susan. I did not see that coming. We had a lovely and delicious Sushi dinner. No white people in the place. This is our local Sushi place right in the hood, that son Bill claims is the best Japanese food he has found out of Japan. Always miss Bill when we eat there, cause he knows all the best stuff to order and can speak Japanese which really impresses me. I am so easily dazzled, I want to scream, I knew him when he was fifteen and nothing but a skinny smart guy.

All is well in the Ruff world, in spite of a difficult day today dealing with more of the many details of Joe's Uncle's care and finances. We accomplished a lot today which will make the upcoming work easier for me, since I am the only one who understands any of it. Sometimes I feel the biggest challenge is managing Joe and the demise of his favorite uncle.

Joe is asking me what I want to do tomorrow. I am biting my tongue thinking, well duh go knit, see if Judy got our pillow covers done, so I can swoon, but being wise like I am, I am saying, what would you like to do my darling? He never has many ideas, newest being he could read his brand spanking new library book and we could have lunch. I made his VD day when I told him I was feeling like cleaning out files in my office and the garage, consolidating and throwing a lot of old outdated stuff that we never want to deal with. Something that only I can do that he would like done every week. Maybe doing some garage editing (happiest words he has ever heard, the man lives for a sparse garage) Little does he know my motivation is to clear out space in my studio/office and make room for my team to come in and give me advice on how best to enhance my little world out there, that I don't properly appreciate these day. I am thinking with diligent editing I can clear out my three unitarian file cabinets (well that is a dream, but who knows) and put the files in my garage file drawers if I properly edit them and don't let Joe know how much space he might be losing. He can have banker boxes, something all attorneys are married to. I am pretty excited about this because it will start to free up some major room in my studio. And that gives me energy to focus on what comes next. Something I don't know what it is, but so happy to be on the journey there.

My boy has gone to bed, so sweet, happy and tired. He actually ate a huge sushi meal, so I am delighted. I know I shared with all of you my weight gain news, it is so hard, I spend every day trying to get him to eat and add calories. He has gained weight, but I have gained more and I hate it, just can't dig my way out of the plan. It is more important for him to gain weight then me to loose, we all know I am not a cook who will be making one low fat and one high fat meal. I am stuck here and feeling fat and not happy about that. Wow, I meant to stay on the happiness of the day of love. Well, I never really never left the topic, just roped my pals in.

Happy day of love,
Gail