Early on, I got electronic notice from a good friend from my college days that his mother had passed. As it turned out, I didn't have a taxing day on the day of the funeral, so my wife and I attended (as did my mother and one of my sisters). They will be sitting shiva tonight, so we're going to go.
My friend from college and I were part of a group of three from back then; he and the other fellow had gone to UCLA for medical school, while I went to Chicago for osteopathic school. Even so, when we could we'd all get together. The other party of our triumvirate now lives and works in Boston. He flew in Friday night to join in supporting our friend and his family.
Last night forestcats and I met up with our Bostonian buddy for a nice meal at Border Grill in Santa Monica and the company and the food were very good.
Today, I have cooking to do. I have to make up batches of my spiced nuts for the impending holiday. I'm still rifling through the cupboards for the various ingredients.
One more oddity: I got a package from Holland, a book. I didn't order it. There's no tracking numbers or receipts. There's no indication who sent it if anyone. I repeat, I didn't order it. What's going on?