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After my mis-matchmaking fiasco in yesterday’s blog trying to marry off Judy Mott to some guy named Ed, now I’ve got Jan mad at me.

When I was talking about the D-Day landings yesterday, and my Uncle Theo’s landing on Omaha Beach, I had also planned to mention that Jan’s father landed on Utah Beach. But somehow it slipped through the keys and I left it out.

Jan said that her father always said that he worked in a hanger during the war. She didn’t know any different until she read his obituary. Turns out he fought his way across Europe much like my uncle did. And like my uncle, he didn’t like to talk about it.

After leaving the Army at the end of the war, he later reenlisted in what was by now the US Air Force, and went career, retiring in 1966 as a Senior Master Sergeant, the year before I first met Jan.

Yesterday’s AC drain repair is still holding and no more water is dropping into the coach. Hopefully it will hold until I can get back up on the roof and finish the job.

I need to find a way to block water and gunk from dropping into the bedroom when I clean the coil. Right now I  plan to put a piece of plywood over the hole and then cover the area  with garbage bags and seal it up with Gorilla tape. This will let me spray the coil with cleaner and then hose it off.

One thing I noticed yesterday was the fact that the freeze sensor thermistor had come loose from the coil and had fallen down on the base, which explains why the unit sometimes freezes up. I’ll use a paperclip to make a new bracket to hold it in place.  

My next project is to get our Sharp microwave down from its over the counter bracket and repair the door latch. So right now I’ve been Googling for some idea on how it comes down. It seems like every different model does it differently. Supposedly the unit weighs about 70 pounds, so the real problem may be getting it back up in place after I fixed it. We’ll see.

And of course, there’s still the water pump replacement waiting the wings.

Coming off the 3rd (and usually last) day of a migraine, Jan was ready to go out for dinner, so about 4pm we headed down to the Woodlands Waterway area to have dinner at Grimaldi’s Pizzeria.

We’ve loved Grimaldi’s ever since we ate at the original one in NYC in 2009, and were really happy to find they had spread out across the country since then.

And by having using the same coal-fired brick ovens, the same coal, the same water, and the same ingredients from the same companies, the pizza here in Houston tastes just as good as what  we had in NYC.

We did do something a little different this time by trying a new salad.

Normally we get the House Salad, which is very good. But they’ve added a Kale Chopped Salad with Kale, Romaine Lettuce, Artichokes, Cucumber, Red Onion, Shaved Italian Cheese, Sun Dried Tomatoes and Kalamata Olives and tossed in a Lemon Vinaigrette.

So now we have a new favorite salad.

As far as the pizza, we got our usual Large with Pepperoni, Mushrooms, Italian Sausage, and Meatballs.

We always get the Large because we then have half to bring home.

Just the best pizza around.

Thought for the Day:

Beware of an old man in a profession where men usually die young.

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