“He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.”
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Now that mom is at Cardinal Hill, dad is able to spend the day with her without stress for either of them. That’s just what he did. Naturally, he charmed the nurses. By the end of the day he was on a first name basis with all of them, and they, of course, adore him. Meanwhile, I got some much needed me time to do things around the house. Stacy was free, so out we went for some retail therapy (trying to fix my phone at the Apple Store was really what we did). We had a nice lunch, and even strolled through the mall. That’s when we met Paolo. Actually, he found us. He works for one of those over-priced facial shops, and he snared us as we were walking by. Stacy was ready to walk on, but he was so beautiful I stopped, gave her a wink, she smiled, and in we went for mini-facials and collagen plant-based stem cell (is there really such a thing?) eye treatments. Paolo was delightful. Half Italian, half Israeli, his accent was divine; his sense of style gorgeous; his politics refreshing; his eyes delicious. We didn’t buy the $800 facial mask, or the $300 collagen plant-based stem cell eye treatment, but we got free samples and a handsome man with which to end our afternoon. That’s a pretty good Saturday as far as I’m concerned.