Sunday, April 12, 2015

Oh, what a weekend!

Friday, April 10, 2015
Saturday, April 11, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015

4/10
Not a lot going on today - shopping and ordering my new glasses, that's all.  But, with me, that's plenty!
I started out by going down to Walgreen's and picking up prescriptions, then went back up to Bob Evans for a bite of lunch, which, of course, is breakfast.  I chose the country fried steak breakfast, with one slice of toast and one slice of banana nut bread.  After that, I went to WalMart.  I went to the Vision Center first, to choose my new frames.  I chose two pair, because I wasn't sure what kind of frame what work with the lens that I need (blind bat me needs not just bifocals, but trifocals, and I wanted no-lines, which is why I couldn't get them at the cheapo place), so I wanted my choices to start with instead of having to go back over them again.
After finding out that I had to pay upfront, instead of waiting to find out what the insurance would pay, I ended up going out and doing my shopping, then coming back to finish up the sale (trust me - that's WAY too long of a story), but I finally got those babies ordered.  I should get them in two weeks!  Yay!
I get home about half an hour before Ron does - he has great timing, doesn't have to carry in a single grocery bag! - and I walk out to meet him.  I make it to the curves on Hoover Road, so that was a nice little walk.  He doesn't have Corgan with him, they are going to drop him off later.  He comes in, takes a shower, and lays down for a nap - taking advantage of the peace and quiet.  Not 15 minutes later, they are texting that as soon as Corgan's friend is picked up, they will be leaving.  Well.  So much for that nap...
So, we go to meet them over at FeedMill in Felicity for supper, and then they went on their "date night" and we, with Corgan, came back home.  Poor Corgan, I commandeered the TV, watching dead guys and wouldn't give him the TV for his Most Stupid shows.  Mean ol' Granny!
Ron and I both went to bed at 10, letting our day be over with.

4/11
Saturday morning, Ron and Corgan got up and did the things they do - playing outside in the garage and shed.  They ran an errand, which took about an hour and a half, and I got up and paid bills and fun stuff like that.
Then - more fun stuff - I washed up the dishes that were sitting there, too, while the guys came in and ate their lunch, then I ate my lunch (potato soup) and started a new stack of dishes.  (Isn't that how it goes?)
They went back out and finished doing the important shed work - that was numero uno on Ron's list for today - and then came in, so that Corgan could get ready to be picked up.  He was supposed to be picked up by 5:00, because we were going to a dinner up at church, and were planning to leave here at 6:00, and we needed time to get ready.
But, as happens, life gets in the way, and they weren't going to get here until 5:30ish, so Ron and I had to get ready while Corgan was still here.  That, in and of itself, wasn't such a big deal, but it just would have gone smoother with just the two of us, if you know what I mean.  So, anyway, we got ready, and he was ready when Jean showed up.  We visited for a few minutes, then they left.  We finished getting ready, and left on time.

We got up to the dinner at church.  It was a Western-themed dinner, and we had dressed as Western as we could (I wore a denim skirt!), and others wore Western garb, too.  Not everyone, but a lot of them did.  The Center was decorated with Western things - hay bales, saddles, a "campfire" complete with a cast iron pot, a sawhorse bull for lassoing, and table decorations appropriate for the occasion.  We had BBQ or plain chicken, baked beans, mac-n-cheese, cole slaw, green beans, and cornbread.  We had root beer, red pop, and orange soda, as well as lemonade, iced tea, and water to drink.  It was very well done!
After the meal, we had DJs from WOBO (Country Jim and T-Bone) playing music for us, and there was dancing and socializing.  It was all great fun!


4/12
Sunday.  Church and lunch.
We went to Country Inn in Georgetown today, where we both got the big breakfast today.  I don't know why Ron didn't get his fried chicken, but he didn't.  A little strange, but...

We got home, and he decided to mow, even though the yard is still mushy. After practically ordering me to stay in the house, he got out Corgan's mower - his Zero Turn needs some work - and did the front yard, then went down the hill on the side and the mower blew up.  He said it started smoking and running real fast, stuff like that - he even said that he thought he was gonna have to jump off!  Ai yi yi!  So...that was that, and it's still sitting there.  He had to get out the push mower to finish the back yard, and I'll bet that his legs are gonna be hurting tomorrow!
After a little while, though, he called me outside to look at the little lilac trees that we planted on May 3rd last year (the day before I fell) - he thinks one of them is dead, but he wants me to look at it to make sure.  Yay!  I have a job to do outside now!  I get to sit on the ground and pull up the grass around those three trees and then tie the trees up to the stakes.  It only took me about 20 minutes, and when I was done, I walked around looking at my other plants.  My Spirea (wedding veil bush) is starting to bloom, and when it blooms out, it will be STUNNING!!  I need to clean up around my Columbines, too.  I had planned to do that last year, too, but didn't happen.  That was one of my last posts last year before my fall - "I have to move these Buttercups from in front of my Columbines." - maybe this year, it can actually get done!

I put the food that we brought home from the dinner last night on for our supper tonight.  Ron finally shut things down and came in around 7:00, and then it was dead guys for the rest of the night.

Tomorrow, I get to run up to Georgetown for Rumpke's Health Plan thingie - if I don't, they'll charge him an extra $10.00 a week because I didn't!  They get you coming and going, don't they?  What a pain in the ass.

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