I wish our dinner yesterday looked and tasted like the photo. Come to think of it, it did taste like the photo. Dry, no flavor. Looked ok, but there you go. A guy we met at the gym and his wife brought out his favored steaks and marinade for us all to enjoy. Meat was really alright, just no flavor. He warned me about the maridade, but I couldn't taste anything. Instead of searing, he closed the lid and they all roasted. He has a good heart, so we ate. He and Richard have alot in common. Scarey, huh? Dave is alot more boisterous though. Dave's wife, Tracy, works at what used to be call the Pratt Ranch for Boys. It still functions in the same capacity, just for more affluent clients. 35 boys in all. 10k per month per kid. Wow. Tracy is the principal of the school. Most programs last 9 months. Dave works for the county weed control. All in all we had a very nice time.Don't know about fireworks viewing as of yet. They will be shot off at the Gem Sports Island thingy. May just stay home and watch the dogs jump. Started last night, and Minnie jumped and shivered every time one went off. Lucy burrows into whatever and whoever she is with. Emmie is deaf, so she doesn't hear the booms.
You all stay safe and do the "ooh" and "ahh" stuff. Catch you later.
Oh, by the way, Rich is writing a letter to Aunt Vivian. If you have any messages, let him know.
Cathy

