The DGs admit while they can’t quite lick the gimpy factor, it’s hard to be grumpy on the first weekend of October. That means the Halloween decorations come out of the garage and make their way to the front porch. (They can get up to 100 trick or treaters so being festive is part of the neighborhood spirit.) Plus it’s Blessing of the Animals day at church in remembrance of St. Francis. Dogs ruled the aisles and pews, although also spotted was a hamster, laying hen and cockatoo.
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Somewhere toward the depths of what the female DG calls the “low trough of the past summer” – where she was facing and recovering from Achilles tendon surgery and the male DG was coping with decreased mobility due to increased edema surrounding his brain tumor – baking bread for Sunday Eucharist at Holy Trinity came into their lives. Associate rector the Rev. Beth Foote had put out a call for others in the parish to bake bread according to her tried and true recipe. The resulting loaves had supplanted the bland communion wafers served by many large and small “C” catholic churches. And while the male DG was an excellent cook, he had never been much of a baker, so it was an unlikely pursuit for someone who had only one functioning hand/arm to take on. Like all things having to do with the kitchen, the female DG was disinclined to get involved – other than be a cheerleader of sorts. But somewhere in the midst of their discouraged lives came another kind of grace – a new pursuit, doing something small that makes a contribution. It soon became clear that their decades old Sunbeam Mixmaster (rarely used given its long life), was not going to do the trick when it came to mixing and kneading dough. So after a weekend of research, the new Cuisinart arrived home today, much to the delight of the kitchen rats (courtesy of another Episcopal priest, the Rev. David Perry).
It’s been hot in the Bay Area and the female DG rose (later than usual) this Saturday morning, as John Madden says, “off her access.” The Dual Gs (gimpy and grumpy) have been doing some kind of Saturday morning outing in the weeks following the female DG’s Achilles tendon surgery. But this morning, Senator Kennedy’s memorial service beckoned. And the male DG seemed called to do a new egg recipe – maybe after recalling his famous eggs in yesterday’s blog post.
Then it was almost noon. The male DG was baking communion bread for tomorrow’s Eucharist at Trinity (faithfully following Beth Foote’s recipe) while the female DG realized she was walking around the house without crutches. Only yesterday, as she hobbled on crutches to an afternoon tea, she couldn’t imagine how she was going to do what Dr. Oloff had instructed: “Time to shed the crutches.” But that she did today, and after 12 hours moving about on her own (still gimpy) power, her tendon was only slightly barking.
The DGs were both “good enough to go” to limp their way to dinner – on a still hot night – at Joya in Palo Alto. Note to foodies: the male DG pronounced the red and yellow heirloom tomato gazpacho “they best I’ve ever tasated.”
It was dawn to dusk for the Dual Gs today – so busy that there was little time to reflect on what was living normally and what wasn’t. T hey just had to “do it” (although, truth be told, there was a moment in the early morning when the male DG was voting “just don’t”). They made a quick stop at Menlo’s farmer’s market before heading to Trinity where their new rector, the Rev. Matthew Dutton-Gillett, was making his debut (to thumbs up accolades). But the big event of the day was a visit by Grace, who’s learned where to find the New Orleans-style Mardi Gras beads that live at her grandparents home.