Pragmatist
Pragmatist

Marian and Trish came to visit yesterday.  

Trish is waiting for confirmation of her original RN license in Arizona, so she can get one in Nevada.  Seems the information went astray, and her Nevada temporary license has expired, so she's on (involuntary) unpaid vacation.  She says the ER keeps calling to ask her when she can come back to work.

So, since she has all this free time, she suggested that her mother fly over to Reno and visit awhile.  Sadly, Marian has a bad cold, a very red nose (hey, Rudolph!), sneezies and coughing.  So she sat across the room, I gave her a large box of tissues and a bag for the used tissues.

We talked and talked and talked, and Becke came over and we talked and talked and talked some more.

Later Trish suggested that we might be interested in food, so we went to Fresh Choice and had humongous salads. Well, I had humongous salad.  And tapioca pudding after.  Two helpings.

Trish was making noise like time to go home, but I suggested she wait until they would be guaranteed a view of the Valley as they were going uphill to Reno.  Which they did, but I haven't heard back.

No chatting with Marian until she gets back home, so if I remember, I'll ask her if she was properly amazed at the view.  Which is gorgeous.

So I gotta go over to the shul and pay my money for the first Passover seder next Monday.

Catch y'all later.

Shalom