Had dinner over at my brother Ozzie’s house with my niece Kimi, my mom and my sister Beata. We had green beans and ham followed by palacsinta (Hungarian crepes). It was supposed to be a belated birthday dinner for my nephew, Stephen, but he had not returned from his San Francisco trip in time. After dinner we played with Mr. Blue, Mr. Pink and Ron Burgundy, the three week-and-a-half old kittens they found abandoned in their backyard.
