We got to Arriverderci restaurant early. This was the place where we celebrated my mother's birthday back in September, though then we were outside in the sun. No outside on this cool day.
Jeff, the "kid" in the group (he's only 50) was the last to arrive and I asked him about his new goatee.
He explained that he had been sick last week and only had enough energy to grow hair. He said he didn't think it was going to last long.
As usual, we had a wonderful meal, lots of laughs and my mother came alive again (though it doesn't look like it in this picture!)
The lunch was for Paula's birthday. She was turning 91. I had bought a card for my mother and me to sign but she never did get it straight who was having a birthday and wished Jeff a happy birthday several times.
The group decided we need to get together again next month to celebrate my birthday.
I really enjoy these people and am happy to meet with them. It also gives my mother much-needed socialization, which she does not allow herself at Atria.
When it was time to leave, there were hugs all around, and a special hug for Jeff, who is my mother's favorite. As much as she enjoys her female friends, she's just not happy without a man to fuss over.
When I was paying the bill, my mother walked outside with the other women and I was so worried about her getting lost that I forgot to leave a tip and the waiter had to run after me. I was embarrassed... because he had been a nice, attentive waiter!
We were both tired on the way home. I was fighting sleep, so pulled off in a parking lot and put on a playlist of music I had made when we took my mother on a long drive to visit her family home many years ago. It's all music of the 40s and 50s, and by golly she sang all the words to all the songs...some things she remembers!