Company

On Monday my mom’s cousin Dick came into town from San Francisco. Why he would come to the desert in August is beyond me. Actually he says he likes the heat (he wants to move here) and he wanted to cook us dinner, which he did on Thursday. He cooked a scrumptious meal of steak, potatoes, chicken and corn on the cob. It was wonderful. Really Dick, how was the potato? For desert he brought a Gilbert/Mizer/Poland favorite . . . brownies. Boy, were they good.

We all had a wonderful time visiting and I am hoping he will come out for Christmas this year.

I’ll keep looking for a house in the neighborhood for you.