When I posted last week about my problems streaming and watching the right basketball games on Hudl, I learned of yet another person who uses Hudl who had watched the wrong basketball game.
Knowing that both he and Debbie had encountered similar technical problems to mine, I felt reassured that I was not alone and that maybe I'm not quite ready for the looney bin.
In fact, I felt so good hearing from him that his revelation netted him a couple of jars of my homemade jelly, which he seems to like.
Upon delivery yesterday, I saw that his wife has created yet another gorgeous barn quilt, only this one hangs on the side of their house.
Pretty impressive work and it adds a colorful touch to their adorable farm on Kootenai Road.
Several of my classmates decided to keep up the reunion fun from last fall and continue getting together once a month for lunch.
It's an uplifting, upbeat experience which features the latest news and comparing of notes on our respective lives.
These gatherings often touch on a range of emotions and mutual on-the-job discoveries about working our way through this stage of life.
Yesterday's topics, along with a discussion of eyebrows or lack thereof, included sharing our individual experiences with the mental acuity test, which is part of the Medicare Wellness exam.
One curious discovery: some of our group seemed a bit flummoxed, announcing that they have never had to take that test.
Which makes me wonder if those of us, all of the same age, who have taken it a couple of times have been flagged in our permanent records as possible candidates for further review.
When I took mine in the late fall, I thought that my initial prep of trying to remember that street address in Portland which I had to memorize on the last acuity test would give me an edge.
No way.
Instead of an address, I was given some words and told to memorize their order with plans to repeat them in a few minutes.
I also had to draw a clock with its hands pointing to the time specified.
It didn't seem to matter at all to the administrator when I rationalized that we are now in the digital world and don't spend much of our day looking at the hands on a clock anymore.
I still had to do my artwork.
Seems to me that they need to update that test.
Anywho, I passed mine, and the others who had taken the test passed theirs too.
In the meantime, some of our group have gotten off the hook so far.
You can bet we'll be checking on them in future gatherings.
As always, we went away exchanging hugs and smiling about another great get together.
The date of Feb. 9 has already been set for the next lunch gathering.
While at DiLuna's, I was thrilled to see the gentleman below who is a former student and a good friend.
Jim Imholte, SHS Class of 1982 lives in Phoenix but also spends considerable time at his condo in Sandpoint.
He's also a big fan of DiLuna's Restaurant.
That brings to mind the photo below Jim.
There are cooks and servers and friends and family of the aforementioned.
Amy, in the green top, always takes extra special care of us SHS '65'er. She's our server, and Karen, second from the left, is usually back at the grill preparing our orders.
Every time our class has a meeting at DiLuna's, Karen also prepares a reuben sandwich to go for Bill.
She puts together the best reuben sandwiches I've ever tasted and Bill seconds my assessment.
We really appreciate Karen and Amy and others who have made our experiences at DiLuna's so enjoyable and tasty.
Twas a great Monday with friends.
Today Bridie needs to go to Center Valley Vets for her "wellness" exam and for vaccination updates.
She's a fairly young Border Collie, so I don't think they'll be giving her a mental acuity test so we won't do any homework before we go.
We would like, however, to instill in her that the vet hospital isn't nearly as scary as she makes it out to be.
She suffers from canine white coat syndrome, but, lucky for her, they don't test her blood pressure.
Guess that's all for now.
Happy Tuesday.
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