Tam and I went to Taste Of Havana for lunch yesterday -- Cuban sandwiches, of course, and once you've had the real thing, you'll snicker at the various amateur efforts. They were outstanding! The owner is a pleasant, avuncular fellow, larger than life, and his family/staff were just as nice. Alas, no time for coffee but we'll be back. At 2:00 p.m. on a work day, they were so busy that Tam peeled off to grab a table and had me order, otherwise we wouldn't have had a table.
That evening, I went to visit Mom X and my siblings. It was Mom's birthday and we had (ice cream) cake (I about froze my teeth!) and presents, small things and flowers suitable for the hospital-type room she's still in. Her aides had outdone us, giving her new pajamas and an easy-on outfit for visits to the doctor; they'd gotten size information from my brother and cleared it with us in advance. It was a nice visit and Mom is doing better and better with every passing day. She's hoping to get back to her apartment elsewhere in the retirement complex before too long.
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