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EXXXXCELLENT day.
Scarlett and I were in the car by eight a.m. to hit the local radio station yard sale. We walked for two hours, maintaining connection by cell phones, and spent entirely too much money.
We came home, and I rested and plotted the remainder of the day. Called and confirmed with Brent, then got started in the kitchen. I had pasta cooking in the microwave and hot dog chili cooking on the stove while ironing patches on my jeans. Yes. All at the same time. Seriously. If I hadn't forced myself to eat around noon, I probably wouldn't have bothered until we had hotdogs at three. I couldn't begin to explain why I had no appetite today, but I didn't.
I showered, finished a load of clothes and packed the cooler and the car. We left several things behind, but picked them up on the way. Picked up Brent, and headed to the park. We had a VERY good time just hanging out under the trees while Scarlett walked all the paths, fed the geese and hit the swings, then we cooked. Brent has been going on about Scarlett's vocabulary and ingenious behavior since three p.m. (and yes it's now eleven)
Scarlett wanted to fish, but of course we had no poles, so she made one. Found some fishing twine, a long stick, a couple of heavy items to use as floaters, and a goose down feather as bait. She had the best time with that pole. My cousin Carole brought her 3 year old daughter Autumn to the park for an hour or so, but Autumn fell, and was quite tired - so Carole took her home. Turned out when Autumn fell she broke her wrist, and they were just getting home from the hospital at about ten this evening.
I dumped the hot coals onto the ground so I could transport my grill back home. They were glowing and smoking, so I attempted to scatter and stomp the ashes - while wearing my thong sandals. Stupid ass me. I now have a blister under my right big toe.
We took Brent home at about six and headed back here. We've been watching t.v. and playing on the computer, dragging out toys and generally being laz-abouts.
A wonderful day indeed.
There will be brunch at the Marriott tomorrow with some family members, because my mother is out of town until Monday. She is a bit pissed about that, since she'll be spending Mother's Day with her step-children. Eh. Sometimes the husband wins, even when the battle is all in his head. My toe hurts. I'm goin' to bed.
Scarlett and I were in the car by eight a.m. to hit the local radio station yard sale. We walked for two hours, maintaining connection by cell phones, and spent entirely too much money.
We came home, and I rested and plotted the remainder of the day. Called and confirmed with Brent, then got started in the kitchen. I had pasta cooking in the microwave and hot dog chili cooking on the stove while ironing patches on my jeans. Yes. All at the same time. Seriously. If I hadn't forced myself to eat around noon, I probably wouldn't have bothered until we had hotdogs at three. I couldn't begin to explain why I had no appetite today, but I didn't.
I showered, finished a load of clothes and packed the cooler and the car. We left several things behind, but picked them up on the way. Picked up Brent, and headed to the park. We had a VERY good time just hanging out under the trees while Scarlett walked all the paths, fed the geese and hit the swings, then we cooked. Brent has been going on about Scarlett's vocabulary and ingenious behavior since three p.m. (and yes it's now eleven)
Scarlett wanted to fish, but of course we had no poles, so she made one. Found some fishing twine, a long stick, a couple of heavy items to use as floaters, and a goose down feather as bait. She had the best time with that pole. My cousin Carole brought her 3 year old daughter Autumn to the park for an hour or so, but Autumn fell, and was quite tired - so Carole took her home. Turned out when Autumn fell she broke her wrist, and they were just getting home from the hospital at about ten this evening.
I dumped the hot coals onto the ground so I could transport my grill back home. They were glowing and smoking, so I attempted to scatter and stomp the ashes - while wearing my thong sandals. Stupid ass me. I now have a blister under my right big toe.
We took Brent home at about six and headed back here. We've been watching t.v. and playing on the computer, dragging out toys and generally being laz-abouts.
A wonderful day indeed.
There will be brunch at the Marriott tomorrow with some family members, because my mother is out of town until Monday. She is a bit pissed about that, since she'll be spending Mother's Day with her step-children. Eh. Sometimes the husband wins, even when the battle is all in his head. My toe hurts. I'm goin' to bed.
