Traditional Memorial Day

Wifey, the Ds and I drove up to Pembroke Pines and fetched my mother in law for lunch. Poor lady -- she truly misses my father in law, now living in the nursing home. She's tough -- having survived the camps in Nazi Germany, and helping found Israel, but she got teary eyed talking about her husband. They've been married well over 60 years, and before this, never apart for more than a few days. We took her to "Sweet Tomato," a restaurant in the West Pines. I knew she'd think a place that served no chicken or meat was unthinkable, and sure enough, after eating her salad, asked "VERE IS DE CHICKEN?" We drove her home and sat on the world's most comfortable couch. The thing truly is -- a leather sectional she bought at Macy's, but possessed of some magical quality that casues at least one person sitting on it to fall into a deep nap. We dropped D1 off at Brickell, and came home. D2's boyfriend fetched her and they went to a Heat watch party at a friend's house. Today the Ds are headed to Uncle Paul's private beach club for a day of classic Memorial Day activity. I have the same planned -- only different. D1 reported that a bed in our "maid's quarters" dates to 1997, and needs replacing. D1 typically sleeps with her sister when she visits, but would like her own bed -- I guess something reasonable in a house with 6 bedrooms. So I'm off to buy a new twin memory foam number. The "maid's quarters" are put in quotes since we don't have a maid. We have a cleaning lady -- Miriam -- who comes once per week, but the house was designed for a live in. My mother picked that room as her own when she stayed. It's small, and dark in the morning, as the glass door faces West. Mom used to emerge from the shower next to the bedroom refreshed and happy, as always. Of course -- those days are passed now. So I'm headed to Rooms to Go, and Mattress One. Macy's has sales, too, but they only have free delivery on more expensive beds, so the price of their stuff is high. Meanwhile, the Heat won last night, and Wifey has become quite a fan. I watch the end of the game, but she sees the whole thing -- enjoying the ballet-like aspect of Lebron and D Wade. My Mom liked basketball, too. She became a fan through her late friend Max, who hailed from Detroit, and watched every Pistons and Heat game with great enjoyment. Max died years ago. Sometimes the ball bounces that way.