Temperature was in the twenties this morning. Tomorrow, we may possibly sink into the upper teens. Didn't anybody tell my tulips and hyacinths how cold it is? We had a brisk walk in the pasture this morning, let me tell you.Every day for the past week or so, when we get close to our tiny pond on our walk wood ducks take flight, surprised by our presence. I've been taking my camera in hopes I'll get a picture, but the timing hasn't been right.
Yesterday, thanks to our fisherman neighbor, we had a catfish fry. Three of my daughter's family was here, as well as grandson Arick and his girl friend (by whom we're rather impressed, by the way) and granddaughter Amber. Sister-in-law Rena arrived just as the last fish fillets came out of the skillet; she'd been visiting her son.
I made pumpkin dump cake, something I baked once before that we all agreed was a hit. I don't know what I did different, but yesterdays effort just wasn't that special. Don't you hate it when you bake or cook something that isn't quite right, but you have no idea what you did wrong?
Next time I have family over, I'll make lemon pie. Maybe I'll get that right. Or Oreo Dessert: the oldest grandson has probably been wishing for that for a long time.
I get the impression my children and grandchildren have heard quite enough of my "non-funeral" plans, but Cliff and I are still enthusiastically researching and discussing our final resting places. Did you know there's an earth-friendly cemetery as close as Columbia, Missouri? Not only does it not require a vault... it doesn't even require a casket! Yeah, just wrap one of my mom's quilts around me and toss me in.
But enough of that; I'm sure my readers are getting as weary of this subject as my children are. So I'll probably shut up about it from here on out. If I should chronicle a motorcycle ride that ends at Columbia, though, you might guess what we're doing there.
