Had a good evening yesterday. My sister Ruth, our friend Linda, and I went out to dinner and then to the barn so that Ruth could take care of her horses. The restaurant is called Not Your Average Joe’s, and when we were seated a good-looking black man came up to our table as our waiter and was camp as tits. This was quite entertaining, as I had my first alcohol since the antibiotics ended (a margarita) and decided to flirt shamelessly. He knew what was going on, and we were all amused. I tipped him $10 in cash, saying that I knew that tips which were put on credit cards never reached the server, and winked at him when I left. This is the kind of thing that keeps older guys alive, I think. There’s no penalty for it either, as we both know that we’re most unlikely to meet again (I said that I was from London).
I was absolutely zonked out as soon as I got back to Marblehead, so went directly to sleep.
This morning, I sent a copy of the music I’m going to play during the eulogy to my uncle’s close friend in Florida, so that she could hear it too. She sounds really nice (from her emails) and will probably get together with Harold and Ruth when she comes back up here at the end of July on holiday.
Today I have to convince Harold that ordering things like replacement lamps for his TV and replacement batteries for his cordless phones is better than traipsing all over the North Shore looking for them. As the prices are right, I think it might work.
I am going to try to take all of my uncle’s music off the computer onto my memory stick, and leave the hard drive. I have discovered that his license allows you to install the software on two computers so I should be able to install it on mine in the US. When I get back I’ll set this computer up for him upstairs and show him how to use it.