Oh boy, it's been a while- did I tell you I was headed out for the Lazarus visit for the month? Finally I remembered to take the camera up in the front seat to get the pictures of the blue bridge over the Hudson that I love so much. Don't ask me why, it's just that sometimes it is the exact color of the sky and disappears here and there, other times it stands in shadow, others in bright relief. Georgous color and I don't even like blue. So, here is the headed-west version.
Had a scary few moments on the MassPike this trip when I was following a pickup truck loaded with new trash barrels, the huge ones with the wheels. Well, whatever system was holding them down failed and I watched as they all came sliding off the back of the truck and bouncing on the road with the traffic going along at about 75. I immediately swerved into the right lane to avoid getting hit on the windshield, but the damn things were rolling and bouncing right in front of me. Thankfully the little BMW seemed to just take over and push me right through in between all the barrels rolling willy-nilly. If I had been in the Blazer I would be dead with my erratic steering through the slolam course. Kind of upset my digestive tract which led to another adventure I won't go into here.
Back to Lazarus- he seemed to be in fine fettle except for some humongous brown spot on his temple that wasn't there last visit a few weeks ago- and he doesn't have a dermatologist appointment for two more weeks. Doesn't look good and he keeps messing with it. Ick. That's the Bad News, well at least a little bit of it. The Good News was that he was pretty with it mentally in spite of not being able to move around AND he got his new teeth! Whoopie. I hauled out in the downpour to get him a collosal cheeseburger which he managed to work his way through with no problem. I cannot figure how this man stays at 118# because he is certainly eating again- wish I would have gotten a few of those genes instead of the barrel-chested ones.
And for the Other Bad News, he is getting insistent about me finding an Assisted Living place in Florida for him to move to. I am not sold this is the best idea, but considering **Buffalo** as the only other viable alternative, it looks like I have to see if I can move him. So, it may be that I spend my winter as his caretaker 24/7, a thought that doesn't even enter my radar but he has no one else down in Florida who would even stop in to say howdy. Me. Just Me. I am saving up old prescriptions from now on so when I am 87 I can just take tyhem all together and go to sleep. Because Fosamex is all I take, how much do you think I should save???
So, I was eating dinner alone at Joe's Diner the night I got to town and there was a family in the next booth- the little boy, about 5, was telling his dad all about the oyster that bit him at the beach.
And the other trip highlight was a dinner out with Lazarus at Danny's Southside Buffalo Cuisine. Talk about yer oxymorons. I was introduced to Buffalo Chicken Wing Soup, not a recipe I have come racing back to the kitchen to recreate.
Seen on the back of another Buffalo truck: "We've poked your daughters, Roadside Tattoo and Piercing"
And finally, today on the way back I got this shot:
I sure love this bridge.
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