Mutt & Jeff

We had a very nice dinner with Peter last night at Rosso. Even though they specialize in wood fired pizzas and other Italian dishes, they have a very un-Italian fried chicken with smashed potatoes which is delicious. Peter commented that he ought to order something else from their menu, but he can never resist the fried chicken. Although it's been several years since we we've been there, neither Covid nor rain nor sleet nor hail has changed it. The menu and the place are exactly the same and it was crowded enough that we were happy we'd made a reservation. When we go by ourselves, we like to sit at the bar but they won't take reservations for the bar and it never changed occupants the whole time we were there last night.

Peter wanted to go to San Francisco today, so we picked up Blake for an a sleepover here so Peter could have a break. He and Spike seem to like each other's company even though they don't spend a lot of time together. They were watching me get dressed and hoping for some action, but it is raining hard enough again that neither dog wanted to go out the door and John drove the car down to get the newspaper from the bottom of the driveway. 

I took advantage of another rainy day to get a good start on a quilt for baby Sage Victoria McKenzie our new grandniece born on my birthday. I think I will have most of the fabric I need to make it because it's a whole different color and scale than what I've been doing recently and I can do quite a bit of it by hand which I enjoy. For the record, I've put the first squares in extras.

I have been listening to my Leonard Cohen playlist today and wondering about this song. I seem to recall that it was written for someone who was in prison somewhere in the Middle East, but the details have definitely faded into the mists of time. As with all his songs I find it both moving and intriguing.