After a cup of coffee for breakfast, we left for Manhattan, where we had lunch at Eataly and walked a few blocks in the area. This was in the days following the fall M. had suffered while in California.
M. took out the trash, checked the mail, turned to her right side—painlessly—after a period of three and a half months. Breakfast. A cup of coffee; a bowl of cereal; a slice of bread with peach preserve. No boiled egg today. Dinner. Sausage and cabbage.
M. went to the orthopedist today, an avuncular man. Breakfast. A cup of coffee; a bowl of cereal; a boiled egg; a slice of bread. Dinner. Linguine, with sun-dried tomatoes, mozzarella and asparagus.
I’d gone to Whole Foods. M., in the meanwhile, had washed a bowl and a spoon. Snack. Eclair (from Maison Kaiser) and a rod of jerky. Dinner. Indian-style fish curry, with rice.