It has been what seems like a long time since the last post. I kept finding out that people who wanted to read the blog couldn't get on and since one part of my self-assigned task in writing this was to share learnings I just didn't want to post to cyberspace alone (sorry Lainy I didn't mean you. As usual I want more.) Thank God and Lainy (Does this sound like a country song? I can hear the twang.) it is beginning to work out and is reaching people.
I went to Andover/Wichita for Zach's confirmation last weekend. My first roadtrip alone since alone has become a way of life. No knitting. I gathered a group of CD's to tide me over. Found I wanted to hear, not my usual classical, rather, predominately the Willy Nelson-Bob Dylan-John Melloncamp-esque rough, smoky voiced male singer. No reason other than I have good balloon field memories of listening to any and all of them while waiting in a grassy field for winds to calm for an afternoon launch. believe me, that's a good memory. Except for a little right should/neck tightness and aching the trip went well.. I can still drive! I miss the productive knitting, however. It was such a good time to amass inches of progress.. My Kansas grands were wonderful and we did a bit of cooking together Sunday afternoon. a rather exotic combination of puppy chow and ratatouille. The chow was a request from Bren when we talked about what to make and the veggies idea just came up while we were eating Saturday night. I had a belated Gams Day on Saturday and we had a delicious fish dinner at Bonefish Grill. I do so love fish/seafood. It seems we adults had to have the same: dory with crab, etc. Delicious! As Benj noted, it wasn't the elegant ambiance of the Bristol. My opinion, it was way good. I haven't gotten past the fish/seafood thing as yet. Friday night I made the french bistro version of steamed mussels to eat with sourdough bread (It is my leftover that is being featured this week in all menus, before it molds). Speaking of taking ambiance down a few notches! Bristol and Bonefish have no worries, envision me dining in my living room chair with the bowl of mussels on my lap and one hand frequently on parts of my being-assembled while I speak (or in this case, eat) Adirondack chair Kelsey is building at my feet. But the taste was supurb, both the mussels and the liquid sopped up on the sourdough.
Saturday the day started with a long-lost friend of Ben's appeared on my doorstep asking for Ben. No He didn't even blink at the news and I, showing great restraint, didn't hurl him from the porch, but I was chilly. You see he has been missing from the day we lost Ben and honestly his excuses put him in the same class as the death scammers I've heard from. With friends like that one doesn't need scammers beyond the known entities. Why am I so cruel? I don't believe (a. a tree fell on his house in late March and (b. that it knocked out his cell phone. But that's his story.
On Tuesday, I spent the afternoon and evening with Shirley,Margie and Ace. Ace hasn't been back to Missouri since Ben passed and I am anxious (truly anxious, not eager misused) to see him. We have been friends for so long and have so many mutual memories. We had some near tears but made it through all sorts of memories, establishing again the truth of misery loving company. It is a good sadness to share those good times going back decades with others who love and miss him, too.
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