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Back home in NYC after my Midwest vacation. If you ever get the chance to ride on Amtrak in the sleeper car, DO EET!!! I didn't want the ride to end. Two beds with full size pillows and real blankets. Your own bathroom, an attendant just for the sleeper car( Dave, was great, let me know when I could get a vape break on the platform, brought me coffee and water and an extra blanket, nice tip for Dave.) Pretty good meals included, first class treatment. Breakfast was an omelet, potatoes and chicken sausage. Then I had a nap. Lunch was Beef Burgundy, mashed taters, carrots, salad, bread and butter and a butter cake for dessert. William provided excellent food service(William also got a nice tip.) With good coffee. Did some Wonking as the internet actually worked, then as a storm joined us on our route I watched the rain and lightning through a big window while sipping a cup of tea. Finally back into NYC 4 minutes ahead of schedule.

Headed for the subway and did the required feats of strength(carrying your luggage up and down a few sets of stairs.) Got on the "A" train and 2 bros and a Karen sat across from me complaining about the large amount of rainbow flags on the train adverts. Then they discussed how cute Karen pronounced "faggy" because of her Minnesota accent. Tourists coming to NY during pride and being overwhelmed by all teh ghey. So status quo morons.

Harry is smothering me with attention and Bear has accepted treats but is harrumphing from his spot, because I know what I did!

Ordered a pizza, my eating skills are improving. I had to learn how to chew again and how to swallow without being afraid of choking. Had a fucking iceberg salad on the train and it was the best thing ever, as I haven't been able to chew lettuce and really missed salads.

That was just the traveling portion, so much more with seeing my family again after many years. That will be another non-comment!

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When my mother died years ago, we three adult children went back to our parents' apartment, and knowing that our father didn't like sweet drinks, we made a pitcher of margaritas. We salted the rims of the glasses, used fresh limes, and got our father pretty well snockered. He needed 1 solid night of sleep after the months at our mom's bedside. At age 69, he'd never had a margarita but he sure liked "that drink with the salt".

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