Monday, August 22, 2016
Wednesday & Thursday
Two long boring stay-at-home days. Oh, how these close in on me...so much so that on Thursday, I went uptown to have lunch at Gold Star for no good reason except that I wanted to go somewhere. I haven't done that so very much this year, and I admit that I used to do it all the time! Just manufacture any old excuse to go uptown just to go to lunch, but I have really made the effort this year to actually be going somewhere. Not this time - I was bad.
After Ron got home, I had to go back uptown to deposit his check, which he hadn't cashed, and if I'd known that, I wouldn't have gone up earlier. Oh, hindsight, how you bite me in the ass! Anyway, I got the money in the bank, got Ron his money, and went back home in less than half an hour. Bah!
Friday
My shopping day! Freedom from the house!
I plotted out my path for the day - post office, bank, Walgreen's, lunch (Don Rigo), Walmart - and off I went! I left home around 12:30 and didn't get home until after 5. After carrying the groceries in and putting the perishables away, I went in and took a little snooze in on the bed until Ron got home. I was exhausted! But I figured that I got my exercise today, and that was good.
Saturday
We didn't do anything much on Saturday. Ron worked on the yard - lawnmowers and weedeaters - as usual, getting it finished before the rain started. I puttered around here in the house as usual.
He did come in and surprise me by asking me if I wanted to go over to FeedMill in Felicity for some lunch. You can be sure I didn't say "no" and off we went. He had the chicken livers dinner and I had a ham hoagie with steak fries. When we got back home, he took a nap while I just reclined. Then it was time for us to get dressed in our casual glad rags and go to the End of Summer Bash we were invited to. Our friends had changed a (would-be) wedding reception to this End of Summer Bash so as to not lose their deposits and all - and it was wonderful fun! All the greatness of a reception without all the interruptions! They even had a cake:
And it was good, too! It was a great evening, even though I can only chair dance except for the slow songs and then I have to use a crane to get my loving hubby to dance with me. I was happy to see that I wasn't the only older woman having this problem!
We got home just before midnight, and we both are dreading the alarm in the morning.
Sunday
Church and lunch! Less than a month to "church, lunch, and football"!! Yay!!
Today's lunch is down at St. Bernadette's festival in Amelia - they have fried chicken and you know Ron won't pass that up! We do this every year, so we know it's gonna happen. They also have a pretty darn good silent auction (bid-n-buy) and I do like to check those over, too.
After our lunch, which we had with other church friends, we now have plans for the rest of the day! We are going to their house to play dominoes - what a day this is turning out to be!
I had bought pull tabs ($5.00) when walking by to go to lunch at the festival, and opened them while in line for the chicken. I won $27.00!! As we were leaving, I cashed those in and stopped - I won more than I spent.
I went through the bid-n-buy and put in my bid on two different Christmas baskets, and then we left. We stopped at Walmart for our veggies for salads for our suppers the next couple of days and munchies to take to our friends' house this afternoon. We took those veggies home and put them in the fridge, and off we went again.
We didn't get home until after 9:30, and we had a very fun afternoon, which was a lost different than the one we thought we were going to have when we left that morning!
Teresa had texted me and asked me about coming over and going swimming 'tomorrow' and I told her I'd call Bert when I got home and I'd let her know. Well, after a couple of phone calls back and forth, Bert and I are going swimming on Wednesday, but I'm going swimming on Monday.
Monday
Spent the day swimming at Teresa's. We had lunch from KFC, so I ate too much. It was great fun, and I am very tired.
No plans for tomorrow.
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