I am here but even who I am changes in some way at various rates. I have this thought that every seven years all of my body has been replaced. So how do I think I remember anything? Time was created so does any of this have meaning beyond my perception?
Taz and I began the day on the porch. Picture from past.
As you can see it is not one where a cow tryies to get us to eat chicken. We do not have one of those over here. I am trying not to cross freeways.
There are several sit down places where I could go and order and wait. Not what I want to do. There are several food trucks, food buses or food stands that serve breakfast but do not open until nine or ten in the morning.
So Taz temp replacement is put into the game.
This was real time following breakfast.
Meals are sometimes my responsibility but more often not. The family member that does this more often has had two recent hospital stays. During one of those my choice in a hospital cafeteria was jambalaya. Today I choose not to even cross a major street. I go a block East of Edison and turn South to Patton where I turn West. I think I know they are open but by protestant church times the streets and lots parking places are few. At 7ish though the lots and street parking is being used but the back lot is empty except now me.
Coming around the side.
Lingua e barbacoa e Huevos bacon con papas e tu salsa pardona me espanol Fresh thin tortillas de harina
Laid out for the family on the counter at home.
