Monday, May 21, 2012

Sweet Pea weekend and a new week.

The weekend was fun. Saturday morning Mr. Macho and I had a leisure breakfast. Coffee on the "veranda" (new patio). I whipped up a pimento cheese type spread and off we went to meet up with our fellow dancers. We joined three other couples and ate a smart lunch. Then we were off to the retirement community to entertain the residents with our dancing skills. One more of our gentleman dance friends met us at the retirement center.
The other three couples each showcased a dance. We just joined in when there was a generic group dance. Songs were played and we tried to engage some of the ladies in dancing with us. Some did. Some didn't. We did some fun line dancing and, I am happy to report, some of the residents were very good Electric Sliders! Everyone enjoyed the afternoon. Mr. Macho caught up with two ladies that he knew every since he was a kid. They were delighted to visit with us - especially him. Our dancing was not primo. But, who cares? They delighted. We glowed with the fun of it and from catching up with the sweet acquaintances. They thanked us all profusely and invited us to come back and visit any time. We will most assuredly do this again.
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Saturday night and we sashayed over to Sweet Pea's house to babysit and wash clothes. She was good and fun. She is a smart girl. Loves the books. 
Mr. Macho - "Granddaddy" to Sweet Pea - listens attentively as Sweet Pea reads to him. 

Sweet Pea with all her friends lined up and ready for bed. Minnie, Mickey, Elmo, Momo (the monkey), bunny, and Pooh is somewhere in the mix, too. We kissed them all good night and put them in the bed. After we kissed Sweet Pea and put her in the bed she talked to them for 10 minutes before she got quiet and fell off to sleep. 
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Sunday after church we had a nice visit over breakfast with our friends, the Wrights. They are such a fun couple. They have bought a house in North Carolina and invited us to come up and vacation with them. We would love to - only after this construction project. Hope the invite stays valid for a while. 

Sunday afternoon we attended our church's International Food Festival. A little wind and short rain cooled things nicely. Sweet Pea and her Dad joined us for food and fun. There were beads thrown to the crowd by reps from the "Cajun" booth. Sweet Pea had a terrific time with the beads. 

Putting them on. Taking them off. Over. And over.

Sweet Pea was amazed with the little girl blowing bubbles. Will have to remember to get a supply of bubble stuff. Usually keep it in stock. Here at the house.
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Sad note this morning. My Dad's only sister, Aunt Eleanor, is declining rapidly. 
Years ago, mostly before the storm (I despise using the name "Katrina" so you will notice that I will say "the storm" referring to that storm) on my way to or from the visiting my parents on the coast, I would often stop to visit Aunt Eleanor. Almost there and I would call to ask if she wanted a Wendy burger. She would - and could I please bring a chocolate frosty? We would sit in her little kitchen and eat and tell the truth. She loved it. I loved it. We would talk about every member of the family we could think of. Dissect why they did what they did. Good family gossip. Oh I do love Aunt Eleanor. Before her husband died, lots of years ago, she lived in a big old antebellum home. When they were much younger an itinerant painter stopped and painted a portrait of their house. An acquaintance passed their house, saw the painter, ran into her husband, and told him, "I see you are having your house painted!" Well, Uncle Jimmy was livid as they had decided not to spend money on that right now. It was a big laugh when he got home and found that she had a house portrait for $50!! She told that story so well. Aunt Eleanor tells a good story. I like to think that I get my pleasure of telling stories from her. 
Heaven will be a more interesting place when she gets there. The stories will be better. 
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Early this morning plumber and painters arrived. The house is trading the smell of stinky sheetrock for the smell of freshly primed walls. I have a bathroom door in the back house. Already. My floor man has called and should arrive around 1:30 p.m. 
The little rain did not stop the painters from washing down the exterior surfaces. Good. 
The beat goes on. 

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