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You know the only problem with weekending posts? Getting them written before the weekend is over. It just doesn’t work for me because often the best part of my weekend is Sunday. So, weekending stories, going forward, will post a bit later than my usual 6am post time.
I had a very excellent weekend.
Friday involved the usual, errands and grocery shopping. I was able to get some quality time knitting and reading on the deck. And the evening was spent out there as well. We had sliders and listened to music and played games. It’s my favorite way to end the work week.
Saturday morning was bright and sunny and I had coffee on the deck and caught up on my magazine reading. It clouded up by noon time, though, so a forced retreat inside was inevitable. It’s okay, though, because there was a big job we had to do: clean out the fridge to prepare for delivery of our new fridge.
That’s right! The long saga of our crappy fridge has finally come to an end with this new beauty. I love the bottom freezer and how bright the inside of this one is. You wouldn’t think a major appliance would make me this happy. And yet it does.
Dale had to work with the band Saturday evening so I headed over to Sean and Michael’s for cocktails, conversation, and sushi. I love that I can get from my house to their house in about 3 minutes! And I had a wonderful time even if there isn’t any photographic evidence.
On Sunday we spent the day together to celebrate (2 days early) our 19th wedding anniversary. We took a ride in the Mustang and picked up some oysters and lobsters and spent the better part of the afternoon enjoying each other’s company and reminiscing. There was dancing in the kitchen and it was just a lovely way to end the weekend.
And now it’s Monday morning and the news is on and the stories about the Orlando night club shooting are horrifying and tragic. The irony of celebrating our love and time together in the midst of this heartache and tragedy is not lost on me. How many people have to die before our country does something to fix our gun problem? It’s a rhetorical question, I know, but I sure wish our elected officials would stand up to the NRA and do something.
Okay. Off my soapbox. Go forward and have a beautiful day. Be kind and love each other.