Cliff currently doesn't work Fridays. That could change before long, but while it lasts he's enjoying three-day weekends.
His sister next door also has Fridays off. So the three of us went grocery shopping this morning.
We came home and ate some delicious barbecued ribs Rena had cooking in the crock pot, then left again to go to Kleinschmidts. Cliff needed jeans. I needed some fat jeans (yeah, I've gained weight; wanna make something of it?). Rena didn't need jeans, but she found some at a bargain price and bought a pair. Hers weren't fat jeans.
Then we went to Orscheln's, and happily discovered it was peanut days! We ate peanuts as we shopped, letting the shells fall on the floor because that's what you do during peanut days. I bought a twenty-five pound bag of apple treats for Blue. That's probably a five-year supply. I longingly looked at the baby chickens, ducks and turkeys; but I knew it wouldn't make sense to buy any.
Rena is house-shopping now. The grandson wants the old house if/when Rena moves, and he's welcome to it. I have to admit, though, that we sleep quite well at night knowing Rena takes excellent care of our old house. It won't be the same after she leaves. Plus we'll miss our four days a week babysitting Angel, her dog.
I can't blame her, though, for wanting central air and a built-in dishwasher and all the things I wished for when we lived in that house. Those of you who pray, please pray she'll find just the right home at a reasonable price and in God's own time.
I'm still watching for the huge storm that's been forecast. I'll believe it when I see it. The weather-guessers are having a ball with this.
Can you believe that although I had the camera with me all day, I didn't take a single picture? I think this return of Old Man Winter has me somewhat depressed.