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August 25th, 2019 at 11:14 am

DH and I try to only eat one supper out a week, and it usually is Friday night. I won't say we stick to that hard and fast rule, but it is sort of date night for us.

Anyway, if we are going to eat with others, we try to schedule it so we can eat out on Friday if at all possible. Often, if we have to change, we will eat out on another night and eat at home Friday.

Besides the financial aspect of it, we try to eat at home for supper, since that is our large meal of the day, because we feel we eat more nutritiously.

Anyway, we ate with another couple and as we were going to leave, the Mrs. asked if we were going to go shopping. I said no, we no longer grocery shop on Friday nights since we are retired; we go during the week in the morning. She said no, not grocery shopping, but going to the mall and other stores around the restaurant. I said no, we didn't need anything. She looked at me like I was an alien.

I have a feeling they are part of the group that uses shopping as recreation. I guess that is fine if you have the money, but I don't want to be tempted. I did go to a fabric store on Thursday and bought a skein of embroidery floss to finish a project and some extra bobbins for my machine. I looked at stuff, but my sole purpose for shopping there were those two items and that's what I bought. I guess our recreational shopping is our weekly thrift store foray. But even then, I usually have a list in mind of what I want or what others have asked me to look for. I scored a new package of light bulbs that fight our dining room light fixture for $1.50. That wa a good find because I am about out of them. I found a Thanksgiving garden flag to replace one that is worn out. But to shop just to shop, I don't think so.

Sad, sad day

December 14th, 2012 at 07:44 pm

My heart goes to the families and school staff of the Sandy Hook School in Connecticut where so many children were shot and killed. Prayers for the survivors.

You Know It's Hot When...

July 26th, 2011 at 05:44 pm

It's still warm here. So, the emails are starting about the heat! OK, I had two different people send this photo to my personal email...so I say, let's start this off and have a contest and say,

"You Know It's Hot When the Ice Cream Truck Melts!"

So, what do you say?

The Annual Christmas Letter, orThe Written Bragfest

December 9th, 2010 at 05:53 pm

It arrived yesterday in our mailbox - the annual Christmas letter from this fellow we know. Each year he puts in detail what he has bought and in great detail. Last year's letter was all the stuff he bought for his house and where he traveled and how much he spent. Forgive me, but who needs tumbled marble tiles in his crawl space?

This year's brag was 3 ties for $625. Apparently they are like the ties Donald Trump wears.

Apparently this person has money to spend like this, but I personally would prefer to be ignorant of it.

His whole letter is about him, what he did, and what he spent. It's sad in a way that he has to brag each year what he did and bought.

I used to feel sorry for him, but I've since decided he likes living the way he does because he can buy whatever he wants. He fills his loneliness with things and then presses us with the details.

I would rather find satisfaction in what I have and the people who love me.

Needless to say, I won't be sending an annual Christmas letter to anyone.

Food and Friends

May 17th, 2010 at 06:08 pm

It seems that so many celebrations center around food…birthday cakes…retirement dinners, graduation parties…the list is endless. Some folks give exquisite dinner parties with the fashionable settings and even more fashionable food. I’m not doing that – most of my stuff is pretty down home basic, but I feel anyone who comes to my home for a meal is fed, just not in a fancy way.

We met some friends to celebrate her birthday tonight. We had a decent meal at a local restaurant. It wasn’t really the food we went for, but the company and the observation of another year passing. It was a good time and a nice way to catch up on our lives.

Tomorrow night we invited a friend to sup with us. He’s the perfect guest – he compliments anything we serve, offers to bring something, and always makes the effort to try things. He is a witty conversationalist and we look forward to having him. He doesn’t mind the house isn’t totally picked up and tidy – he’s just happy to be invited and is good company.

Fortunately not all friendship depends on food, but it sure is a nice benefit, isn’t it?