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 This post seems like I wrote it before, maybe in my sleep. The feeling of deja vu is so strong. I rarely have this feeling. 

This morning we got up earlier than I wanted, washed my hair, got ready and went to downtown Birmingham. We went to the drive-up lane for food from the Greek Festival. We were both eager. We were second in line. We would have been first but for a guy who was entering the wrong way. They rewarded his bad behavior by letting him in line in front of everyone. 

We ate at home because we had no desire to walk so far to the tables set up. I was disappointed because I did not get a breast. So, Tommy got my thigh and leg. 

Tommy had Souvlakia:

Marinated lamb skewered and grilled on an open fire served with rice pilaf, spanakopita, tiropita, Greek salad, and pita bread.  

I had Greek Chicken:

Greek-styled chicken at its finest baked and basted with a marinade of olive oil, lemon juice, and oregano. Served with rice pilaf, spanakopita, tiropita, Greek salad and pita bread.

(straight from the menu)

Tommy did not want a sweet, but I did--chocolate bakalava. I will never eat bakalava again without chocolate chips and chocolate drizzle. 

So, this is what we ate:

spanakopita--spinach, cheese, and phyllo

tiropita--egg, cheese, phyllo

bakalava--layered pastry dessert made with chopped nuts and honey and phyllo. 

I tried to call my friend in ER last night about 2 am, thinking she might be in a room and might answer. She did not. Friday morning her car was not at her house. Then, Friday afternoon it was there. We pulled up in the driveway. The dog was out, so we knew she was there. Later in the afternoon, she answered the phone. She was on morpine during the time in ER. She has a twisted intestine, a problem she has had before. There is a blockage in her intestine. We took her some food. I forgot that, like me, she will not eat anything but the chicken breast. I took her a cooked thigh that she will give to her dog. 

She was going to come to our car to get the food, but I told her to go back. She would not. Tommy yelled at her sort of mean to go back in. She did. He cannot get up her steps without a lot of pain and risking a fall. He did put the box into the house and push it so the door closed. He is surprisingly muscular in his upper body.

So, the ER doctor said she needed surgery. Oh, her car was gone this morning and back in the afternoon because a neighbor went to the hospital and got her last night. THEN, she went to work!  I am appalled. 

Then, we drove around the block and talked to a woman who was there at her house. 

Do you like Greek food? I do not like lamb but Tommy does. I need to use their spices more. Have you ever had chocolate bakalava?