Up around 8 a.m. Skipped my exercises, as usual on Sunday. Went ahead and got ready for the day, since we planned to have lunch at the Japanese restaurant today. Again, it was difficult to choose something to wear that was not too wintry looking, but still warm enough for this chilly day. I settled on khaki slacks, red knit shirt with three-quarter length sleeves, topped with a cotton plaid three-quarter length sleeves blouse, and a denim jacket.
Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house mid-morning, and she began the job of clipping coupons for Granddaughter. She didn't quite finish before it was time to leave for the restaurant just after 11 a.m.I didn't accomplish anything before lunchtime other than reading newspapers.
We arrived at the restaurant at 11:30, ahead of the after-church crowd. Five people...three men and two small boys...were already seated at the hibachi grill table that we were escorted to. This is not my favorite table, since there is a post on one corner, and Hubbie and I were seated at that corner. I had to lean around the post to talk to him.
It's always fun to watch the hibachi grill cooks, who entertain while preparing the food...lots of clanking of utensils, spinning and tossing of eggs, flaming onion towers, and joking with the customers. I was amused when our cook addressed Mother and me as "mom" or "mommy." I suppose he was adhering to the Japanese tradition of revering elders.
As usual, we were served enough food to feed three more people, so we brought home enough for supper tomorrow night. Meals are pricey at this restaurant, but pretty economical if there's enough for two meals.
Back home afterward, we relaxed for a while, and then headed out again...this time to the museum to attend a Master Gardener sponsored program. The featured speaker was the head gardener/herbalist from the folk center in another town.
She is a very knowledgeable and entertaining speaker. Sis would have enjoyed her. She spoke about composting, preparing soil, and battling unwanted plants, particularly very stubborn, very invasive, bermuda grass. She commented that a colleague of hers once joked that if you can't kill bermuda grass, you can get rid of it by eventually dying yourself and leaving it behind.
She focused her talk today on growing a kitchen garden that includes various herbs and salad veggies. She tends one that is located near the kitchen of the folk center restaurant.
News from the museum: three women were recently injured from fall. One, a museum volunteer and my former psycology professor, broke her elbow in a fall while visiting a museum in the northwest part of the state.
Two of the injured attended the program today. One had fallen when she tripped because her rubber-soled shoes didn't slide when she took a step, and she pitched forward, hitting face first on the hood of her car. She got a pretty good nose bleed, and a cut across her nose. The other lady, also wearing rubber-soled shoes, pitched forward face down on a sidewalk. She has a massive black eye, and lacerations on her left wrist that required 21 stitiches.
Older people are at high risk of sustaining serious injuries from falls. Mother has fallen many times, and suffered a broken rib once. I'm certainly not immune to falling and breaking something, so I need to be careful myself.
As soon as we returned from the outing, Mother was ready to go home, so I accompanied her. It was a pretty big day for her, so she was tired.
Hubbie and I watched TV for the afternoon and evening.
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