I’m still in Santa Cruz, staying in my sons apartment, where he has welcomed me and gave up his bedroom. He sleeps on the couch in his living room where all of his musical instruments are located, his many music books, his music CD’s and, well you guessed it; it’s an apartment where music rules.
He also has a small TV that plays old video’s, and last night we watched Dick Tracy. That was fun and felt like I was inside a comic book. The library sells old videos, which is where we got Dick Tracy and his long yellow coat. I’d like a Dick Tracy watch that I could use for a phone, and would never misplace it.
He borrows from the library. Yesterday he came back to the apartment with a huge stack of CD’s and books on tape.
Sharing a small space with a son who has been living alone for decades takes patience from both of us. I want to help him learn how to cook healthy meals so he doesn’t run out of food at the end of the month.
So from two cookbooks he chose two recipes. The first one we used was a lentil stew, with spices and herbs used mostly in Indian recipes. The blend was absolutely perfect, and the meal was superb. Ron woke up in the middle of the night and finished it off!