The Homecoming

UF's spring break is here for D2. She had her last exam, and hit the road with 2 friends. The girl driving lives in Boca, so we made plans to see Eric and Dana for dinner, to arrange the pick.

First, Wifey and I packed up the Granddog (D1 is in Chicago, continuing her post college college visits. D1 applied for and was accepted into UF early decision, so really didn't visit other schools. She's doing it now that she has friends in grad programs --Wash U, Stanford, and now Chicago, where she'll see the city and catch up with friends)and headed to ancient Mom, for our bi weekly stop.

We brought in some food, and reaffirmed our thoughts (Wifey's with me on this) that Delray Beach is the worst place on earth, at least the western, side, home of Boca DelVista Mar-land. 2 80 somethings walked towards the sandwich shop from the opposite direction, and one took off sprinting to insure he got in line in front of me. His friend, less fleet of foot, then pushed past me.

The young sandwich maker then had the pleasure of serving him. "You call that lettuce!!???" was his accusatory way of asking for some more on his sub...

I just kept thinking of Pete Townshend's line, written before HE got old...

Mom enjoyed the granddog, but was clearly lonely --she told us how she broke up her day, and did we have to leave, etc... Wifey invited her to come stay with us for a few days, and for the first time in years she didn't reject the idea. We'll see...

And then we headed to Eric and Dana's. They prepared a feast --Eric had an enormous tenderloin, which he had marinated and then grilled with a high tech meat thermometer that broadcast the temps to a receiver Eric walked around with while he made mojitos. Meanwhile, Dana made delicious mojito chicken. We were beautifully themed...

Josh and Jen were there, and we chatted happily about college and high school. Their puggle Simba frolicked with the little grand dog.

D2 arrived via her Boca express, and she and her friend Catherine came in and sampled the food. It was a lovely reunion and homecoming...

Eric's patients are mostly the folks I met at the sandwich shop. He makes a great living, but he's underpaid, in my view, for having to deal with those folks. They all have such an awful sense of entitlement, to 100 years of life, to being served when they want it. Eric told the tale of a patiend who showed up 30 minites early for his appointment, and then had a fit with the staff when he wasn's immediately seen. Oy...

Anyway --it's Saturday, and D2 is sleeping off her first year of college so far. On the way home last night, she and Catherine were amazed at how fast their freshman year flew by.

Wifey and I get it. I wish the 80 year old creeps and crones, who populate my mother's village, had more appreciation for it...