22 October 2025
When Tom heard about Joyce's stumbles getting into the house, he volunteered to help get her safely to the table on Wednesday. So he and June drove down from Sebastopol today.
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While they were waiting for Joyce to get dressed, Tom caught this shot of June under a black hat. But they aren't Bad Guys. Not at all.
They brought Gateau Parisians from Patisserie Angelica's bakery in Sebastopol for one thing.
What are they? They're "an unassuming but ethereal cake made with ground almonds rather than almond flour. This cake is three layers of almond macaron layered with praline buttercream, made with praline paste which comes from the Piedmont area of Italy." And gluten free.
And even before we ate lunch, Tom graciously looked over Joyce's pre-surgery labs from Monday to see what her out-of-range numbers boiled down to. She's dehydrated, he pointed out, and anemic. But she can correct all that by drinking more fluids and eating more protein.
Joyce did eat her lunch. A lettuce salad with sesame dressing and calamari on top. And spaghetti carbonara. Some mineral water and some wine plus an espresso with the pastries.
Joyce also did a little work before lunch, signing the card for Celia and Viv's wedding present so that will get shipped any day now. There's just a little more to do on it.
No, not Bad Guys. All the way back to Golden Heights, Joyce kept saying what nice people Tom and June are. Yes, she does hang out with a tough crowd at Golden Heights, but the Cunninghams still measure very sweet on any lab test.
And by the way, she walked up the stairs without a problem and into the house with Tom in front and me behind her whispering in her ear to put the trekking pole inside first and go up with her right foot and then her left. Piece of cake, for once.
Or, I should say, piece of Parisian.