Quiet Sunday

We spent a nice quiet Sunday home alone today. I also finished a very good book this afternoon. Now I am reading "A Breath of Snow and Ashes" by Diana Gabaldon.

I made one of Aaron's favorites for dinner. I call it Shrimp and Shells. I may have mentioned it before. Medium pasta shells and then a mixture of shrimp, and sauteed red peppers, green onions, sun dried and fresh tomatoes, geen olives and garlic. Mix together and add olive oil mayonaise, light sour cream and ketchup. Sprinkle with parmesan cheese. Very good.

The kitties seem to be adjusting to us as their parents and Baby, the older boy cat, gets to come upstairs and lay on the back of the couch and sleep while we watch TV at night. The younger girl, Dolly does not because she has claws (Baby doesn't). Plus she is way too skittish. She's only let me hold her once. I tried again tonight but she's too afraid. She had been abused before so is very nervous. She does love to be petted and we can get her to purr like crazy, but just don't pick her up.

Aaron lost 2 pounds last week and I lost 1/2. We are going in the right direction. By the way, I bought him some new going out clothes and he looks great in them. Everything fit and he liked everything. In fact he took me out for dinner at our favorite restaurant (Di Pescara in Northbrook) Friday night and he wore one of his new outfits. We ordered sea bass with a carmelized miso sauce and some brown butter on the side. This was served over sauteed spinach. For an appetizer we had a combination of mussels, shrimp cocktail and tuna tartare over an avocado/wasabi mixture. Their food is fantastic every time we go but on Friday it just seemed to be extra special. We had a great time talking and eating and laughing and watching the other people in the restaurant. We both looked "hot" all dressed up and it was the first time since Dolores passed away that we had a date night. Of course, we talked about her alot and our new children, the cats.

Food For Thought:

Aaron did laundry today which means he goes up and down the stairs into the laundry room all day. He came so quietly up the stairs one time that I almost asked him if Dolores was taking a nap, which she did often in the afternoons. Just really missing her. Sometimes I even smell her cooking when I wake up in the mornings or from a nap on the weekends. Our home will never be the same without her.