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This ought be my baseline 'image' of good housekeeping! The only other chair, beside the dining tables', is my easy chair, so you're welcome to occupy. There's only the kitchen and living rooms as full-sized dimension, the sleeping quarters a cubby hole. Other areas still need work, but I love going out.

And so I am presently. The French Corner of some forty-five years ago, after a change-over of uncertain date of at least 2010, is now The Flower Child. A brung to you establishment, but still a corporate affair. Meals are ordered at the register and they bring it. One could make company policy absurd... a couple of slices of pot roast and 'heirloom' carrots... $18. Meanwhile, I'm savoring my mother's pot roast and red cabbage. Potatoes!

I come here for two reasons. The first because I've just got a new lap tap. The hot-spot protocols are good here, where they are not at such as Denny's. Going to get some help there. And, what can I say, the girls are intriguing. Both the staff and the walk-ins. My, my; have been in Phoenix forty-five years and it's always news to me.

I still have that notion of meeting someone. Kismet. Fill in the blanks.