Friday 08/29/2025
Started the day with the usual Friday morning walk and coffee stop with Joanne. We lamented how little time we get to spend together, and decided to go out for dinner. Back at CH I did a little bit of fast video editing, then hit the line dance class at 10:30. This was the last such class for at least some time. The instructor, Will, is tired of the long commute up from below San Jose, and says he wants to spend time home-schooling his daughters. The small class, 7 or 8 people at the max, are very sad and thanked him a lot.
Then a quick lunch and then met with Stew to talk about the videos for the upcoming Broadway show. We straightened out some mutual misunderstandings, and each took a bunch of notes on things to do.
After that I took a tech squad call, Nancy couldn’t get any email, ho hum. Stopped by for a short visit with Pam, who seems concerned that she’s in hospice care but not getting worse. “Nobody’s going to complain if you stay around,” I and her friend Judy assured her. Actually I would say she is declining.
At 5:30 I met with Joanne and we walked to her favorite restaurant, Vino Locale. It’s a very nice place with an inventive menu of good small plates. I fake-complain that I have to compete for her attention with the owner, who knows her from way back and always greets her with a big hug. “Hands off my date, dude” — I do not say, because he’s bigger than me and has a lot of tattoos. What did we have? An appetizer, sour cherry brie, which is slices of brie melted in a little fry pan with sour cherries stirred in, and a pile of french bread slices to spread with the melted cheese. Brussels sprouts, which they cut in half and sauté with almond slices and cranberries and bacon bits. And thai-style chicken skewers served with a delicious peanut sauce. Split a tiramisu for dessert.
It’s a very folksy place. Joanne forgot her colorful jacket on the back of her chair. Half way home she remembered so we went back. Coming toward the restaurant, the couple who had been sitting next to us were coming out, and said, “hey, you left your jacket.” Approaching the door the four women sitting at a table in the front garden said, “oh, hi, they’re looking for you, they have your jacket.” And the waiter, and the owner. Everybody knew about Joanne’s jacket.
Codgerville 