A visit from the oldest grandson

That's the oldest grandson; those of you who have followed my blog for awhile remember how he lived with us for almost a year. He still comes by once in awhile: I've decided he has some sort of radar that tells him when I've cooked enough to make the trip out here worth his while.

This morning I made about a gallon of hamburger stew. At the time I thought, "Cliff and I may get tired of this before it's gone."

I needn't have worried. Arick arrived and had a couple big bowls of it for breakfast, then a couple more bowls for dinner. And managed to drink half a gallon of tea. I had forgotten how that boy eats! I guess since he's twenty-three years old, I should quit calling him a boy, shouldn't I?

I'm not complaining about his food consumption, mind you. It's always good to see him.

At least there was enough stew left for Cliff to take some to work this evening.

Oh, in that picture? He was laughing because of me taking his picture. In case you wondered, that's my purse. Arick doesn't carry one.

I see he still likes to keep both the remote and his cell phone close at hand.