No, I will
not watch the State of the Union tonight. The last thing I need is to
spend an hour watching #45 tell us how wonderful he is. I figure if
anything memorable or historic happens, it will be dissected over and over
and over again by the talking heads.
Instead, I
think I'll watch this....
...and
remember when we could be proud of our country. It's from Letterman's
new show on Netflix. I watched part of it last night and it was so
nice to see Obama again, and in such a relaxed form. And how nice to
see a president talk with such love and affection -- and pride -- about his
wife.
We may have finally found our restaurant. Ever since
Cafe Italia, where my friend Kathy and I have been eating lunch every month
for the past ~2 years was forced to shut down, we have been searching for a
new restaurant in Davis. We both admitted that though we have been
eating in Italian restaurants (the Olive Garden in Sacramento for about 10
or more years, and then Cafe Italia) neither of us were wedded to Italian,
so we have tried Mexican, Chinese, burgers, and barbeque, but nothing hit us
as the perfect place. (Davis is replete with Thai and Japanese
restaurants, but Kathy doesn't like spicy food and isn't into sushi.)
Yesterday we went to Paesano's, which happens to be Italian again, but it
seemed to be the right fit. I had the most wonderful pesto tortellini.
Kathy, who normally orders spaghetti "light on the sauce" got
exactly that, which she didn't always at Cafe Italia. She seems to
have enjoyed it and agreed to go back again next month. I'm glad
because I saw several other things on the menu I want to try. I guess
no matter what we do, we are destined to eat Italian!
After lunch, I drove to the post office to mail a few letters
and then through the cemetery to check on the flowers we left last night.
I encountered a flock of turkeys and stopped to watch them. Two of
them were either fighting or playing. They chased each other around
and around a tree, first in one direction and then in the other. Then
they'd fly up at each other and back to the ground to chase each other
again.
I know the turkeys are a big pain in the patootie around
town, but I do admit enjoying it when I stumble on them and get to watch
them in action (especially from the safety of the car).
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