Lambrusco and Breadsticks

Dear Grammie,

Mum and I went to the Olive Garden tonight to drink a glass of wine and celebrate how wonderful you were.

We each had a glass of your favorite wine, Lambrusco, and toasted you. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. You know how I always think all wine tastes like church wine. Ick! This wasn't that bad though. It had some fruity notes to it that made it more mellow and less sour.

We each had the Never-Ending Pasta Bowls and I ate two bowls. I know, O-I-N-K, but it's been so long since I've eaten carbs like that. I'd forgotten how delicious carbs can be. I think I've stayed up long enough that I won't get sick from them. I hope.

We had good conversation and laughed about how Mum is deviating from her norm and it's weirding me out. Tacos? Coca-Cola? Late movies? Really? My mother? Yeah.

They've almost got your house sorted out. The charity truck came today and hauled some of your stuff off. The auction house is coming Wednesday. The appraiser said your dining room table set it worth about $1500! It is a beautiful table. Teak always has such a gorgeous grain to it.

We missed you tonight at the restaurant. It was odd to be there without you. We "dined" for almost two hours. We tipped extra, of course. Mum forgot she had a mint in her jacket pocket and Peanut ate it. We managed to get the foil out of her mouth. That wouldn't have been good. I asked her what Peanut was so into over there and if she had food in her jacket and she said "no." Ooops. I called the Emergency Vet to ask if Peanut would survive the chocolate and mint delight and they said she would. She may have an upset tummy though because she doesn't get that kind of stuff over here. It's dog food and dog treats and chew bones. No people-food.

Speaking of Peanut, I'm going to try and get her into the Vet tomorrow. I'd like to have her looked at for her sneezing and snot-blowing. That's gross! I know her old Vet said it was allergies, but I'd like to have her looked at by my Vet. I'd like them to look at her tummy too and see what's going on there. It looks rather like dermatitis or something of that sort. Perhaps there's a cream that would help. She also needs her rear checked. I saw her scoot earlier and I know what that means.

Don't worry, Gram, Peanut is well-loved here. She's doing so well with her house-training too. This winter she can go on her potty-pads if it's just too cold outside. I don't plan to leave her alone out there at all. I'll take her out and bring her in each time unless she decides to go on her pads again. She's only gone on them once since she came to live with us - every other time she waits and goes outside. I love her a lot, Grammie. She's a nice little dog...well, unless you're male.

Anyway, I suppose I shouldn't blather on endlessly. I love you Grammie and miss you very much!

Talk at you soon.


Love you always,
Kit