Aziza and a Super-Charged Valentine's Day

We traveled to Geary, a distance not far
To eat at Aziza, a Michelin star.

I wrote a story for Javier's Valentine card, and just before turning off the computer to welcome him (flowers as always, a "Te Amo" ballloon and a "Todo Cambio desde el primer dia dn que te conoci" card), I got saw an e-mail message form Will Maynez saying that Masha Zakheim, who'd been suffering from ill-lhealth (ill health?) for some time, had died February 12.  So I've spent the past hour  thinking and writing about her.  The saying is "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans," but in this case, death is what happened.  Since Javier and I were celebrating Valentine's Day early (the only day around VD that we could get reservations at Aziza), I planned to spend today checking items off my To Do List:

Clean the kitchen nook without resorting to throwing all the piles of papers un-inspected in a storage box.
Have my 2013 collage laminated at long last.
Get a lamp to replace the one that toppled over in the living room.
Send my students the link for the YouTube videos of their performing polite interruptions.
Plan the lessons for next week and get them online.
Get a copy of The Marriage Act to Vilma and Bill along with Valentine greetings.
Let Janet F. know that The Marriage Act, which she wanted to get on Audible, was recorded at the end of January and finished the first week of February but  is not yet available on Audible.
Get my feedback on their phone messages and e-mail messages back to my listening and speaking students.
Get a Valentine's Message to Jenny.
Get tax stuff ready to drop off at H&R Block.
Fill out the Flex Day form.
Respond to Columbia High School's mailing listing Noelie Jean Martin among the Lost Souls.

But after getting back from the Y I got the jittery feeling I get when I have a big block of times and start wanting to go in all directions.

The only thing I've done this morning is pay tribute to Masha Zakheim.

But I'll be back later with pictures of Aziza.  Too bad I couldn't capture the look of Javier as we listened to the description of each delicacy on the Tasting Menu.  I think we looked the way my students look when they politely, attentively pretend they understand.