First things first. Grandma is ok. She's 88, has a bad heart, bad lungs, and they just lopped off some of her colon, but all things considered, the tough old boot lives to fight another day. After they gave her some serious drugs, her old perky self took over. She told me lots of funny stories about the characters I have the (mostly) good fortune to be related to. i.e. My great grandpa was a bootlegger and dragged my grandpa around the upper midwest trying to outrun the feds while he sold moonshine out the back of his truck. Anyway, it was nice to have that week with her even if it was less than pleasant.
MN is an ok food town, if not a bit timid. I went to an interesting restaurant in St Paul called Heartland. I think I get what the chef is trying to do with all the local ingredients, and sometimes it worked (wild pigeon mousse with rabbit jam) and sometimes it was excessively fussy just for the hell of it ("Sherried golden-raisin-sheep-milk ricotta gateau with cinnamon creme anglaise, peach-chockecherry butter and chocolate sauce - whew!). Lovely wine and atmosphere. Also had a fun night at the local sports bar eating wings and watching college football (where did the University Kentucky fans come from?). That night was capped by me completely humiliating Dad & Ingrid in dominos. I am amused by the simplicity of their game, now bring me your finest wines and cheeses. (actually this is all a lie. i suck at dominos).
I bought a pair of "cheer myself up" Dior ballet flats. mmmmmmm.
Well, folks, its back to my daily big glass of OJ.
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