Wilma

The Mountain View Cafe and Bakery was very crowded when I arrived today. There was one table available which they claimed they were saving for me (but I have my doubts). Almost from the moment I was seated a woman approached me asking if she could join me. She recognized me from Italian Catholic Federation meetings.

Her name is Wilma and she speaks with a heavy accent. I didn’t recognize it as Italian but it was definitely a Romance language. After chatting for a while she told me she was from Rio De Janeiro, Brazil.

Before she left, I thought I might take her photo with my phone. I thought that she had an interesting face and it would also be good practice taking portraits which it seems I have done a few times recently.

I have a 5:30 pm appointment for an MRI on my left shoulder in Tucson tonight. I can’t believe that they couldn’t offer me an earlier time, regardless of the day. Will let you know after seeing my surgeon on Monday what’s going on.
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Little Jimmy’s preschool class took a trip to the fire station. The firefighter held up a smoke detector and asked the class, “does anyone know what this is?“
Little Jimmy’s hand shot up. “That’s how mommy knows dinner is ready!”