Easter glow?

It was a quiet little Easter. Very nice. Mr. Macho and I attended mass, as usual. Then we enjoyed a delicious pork loin dinner. He had requested butter beans. He got butter beans. A green salad with spinach, strawberries, and red onion accompanied the pork and butter beans, along with rolls, and a store bought lemon meringue pie for dessert! It was a meal that required only slight preparation. Oh happy day.

For the first time ever I did not purchase even a single piece of Easter candy. Miraculously I was able to walk away from the 50% off milk chocolate Dove bunny yesterday. I did, however, indulge in a bottle of chardonnay over the weekend. Ah.

This week has got me breathing in a brown paper bag. For whatever reason I am feeling panicky this morning. I have already overbooked my Friday and have had to abdicate my First Friday brunch responsibilities. Just breath breathe. (Thanks alot, Rusty.)

Fun find for the week is a new silver polish. It works miracles. You can buy it in the automotive department at the Walmart or an auto parts store...Eagle One original Never-Dull wadding polish. I just want to sit and polish! Warning: wear gloves and understand that it has a chemical smell.

Lunch with my girlies today and then back to the store for a few items I need for the next few meals.

Mr. Macho has taken the day off to mow his dad's yard. Before the rains arrive tomorrow. It will take him most of the day to accomplish the task. It takes him about 45 minutes to do our yard. His dad's yard is 2+ acres.

Speaking of his dad...not going very well at present. The orthopedic foot doctor finally gave us valuable information last week as to where his foot pain is coming from. He has such poor circulation, and that causes extreme pain. Mystery one solved. Mystery two is - can the poor circulation be remedied? Stay tuned!

Got to run. Much to do. Hopping right along.
Here's hoping your Easter glow is with you still. And always.
Peace.

Just for fun...

I couldn't wait to post...

A few pictures from the party today...

Meat pie, asparagus, deviled eggs, cucumber stacks. Delicious bread and salad were served. Key lime pie for dessert. 

Seated ladies. 

After we viewed the final episode we had tea and scones. 

The butler did it. 

So many more pictures, so much fun. 

Quick post on random doings.

It has started a chilly spring day. Welcome sunshine will warm it up a bit. Am I speaking with a British accent? Yes. My girlfriends and I are gathering to view the last episode of Downton Abbey this afternoon. We are all dressing in Downton fashion and have agreed to speak with our best British accents. We will dine beforehand on, what we think, is typical Downton fare. I am con-tributing (said with my best Mr. Carson accent) cucumber stacks and deviled eggs. I am assured, on the internet, that deviled eggs were a staple in Mrs. Patmore's kitchen. I'm sure we will take snaps and I'll try to post some another day.

Father-in-law is having a rough go. Those of you I know are up to snuff on the situation. Suffice it to say that he is suffering and his children are making valiant efforts to see that he is well cared for. It is hard.

I have just finished polishing a wooden box that belonged to my mother. One of her grandfathers was a cabinet maker. He made the box for her when she was a child. I think it is cedar. I will have to ask. I have had it for years and, am sorry to admit, I kept it in my attic. It is dry from years of heat exposure. So, very often, I try to put furniture oil polish on it. Belatedly I am making the effort to keep in in tact. I need for it to hold together.  Long enough to be my mother's last resting place. Today I dubbed myself, "Keeper of the Casket". While I polish it I wonder - should I include some things inside the box when we bury her. A photo of her and dad when they were young? Her rosary? At some point  I'll ask my sibs if they would like to contribute an item. I have mentioned my plan to use the box to Mom. She liked the idea.

I must be off to clean up for my party. The cream cheese has been piped onto the cucumbers. The devil has been piped into the eggs. They will be delivered on silver trays.

Y'all have some fun today.
Cheerio!

Can you say, "dry spell"?

We haven't had rain in two days. But. That isn't the dry spell I mean. I've been busy and have been avoiding and ignoring my blog posts. Don't know why. If I knew I would correct it.

Call it a funk. I've been fairly busy. But I can't seem to finish projects right now. Three baby afghans are lingering on multiple surfaces. I am dragging my way through a never ending book. Still. House cleaning isn't a priority. Is it spring fever? What is it? I need a little Christmas. Or something.

We had a nice weekend. Saturday Mr. Macho and I drove to the neighboring town to check out the new Kroger grocery store. It is fabulous. I want one here! Sunday we visited with Ceclia and her parents. She is crawling! And chewing on everything. Teeth can't be far away.

Daughter and family are planning to come over for a spend the night on Friday. I am looking forward to that. Lauren has requested spinach dip. The cold variety. Merritt - brownies. I had to ask Tucker. He chose boneless chicken wings. I'all have to search for those. It isn't an item I am familiar with.

I did get a few items that I no longer used bagged up and in the car. Give aways. I have to start thinking in terms of kitchen makeover. I am planning it a year in advance. It is the last frontier in our home. All else has been updated. I even looked at some refrigerators whilst Mr. Macho was buying the new weed eater at Sears on Saturday. Oh. There are some fun new gadgets on the new refrigerators. It is fun just looking.

I've rambled enough. I do have one basket of laundry awaiting my folding skills. Better do that.
Peace.

Tornado Tuesday.

Here we are again. Tuesday. Stormy weather. Intermittent hard rain. Very dark skies.

I have opted to cancel on my Downton Abbey viewing for this afternoon. Call me chicken. Call me lazy. I don't care. It just feels good right now to be home. In the rain.

I actually stayed home yesterday whilst my windshield got repaired. Two days in a row and my house has many fewer herds of dust bunnies. I have put my decorative bunnies out for the Easter season. I am going to clean a floor or two this afternoon. All the while watching the sky and the clouds.

There will be a sit down meal tonight with Out-of-Town Son. Complete with a brand new to everybody marinated salad. My own creation. Then chicken. gumbo and rice. I think. Not 100% sure that is what is thawing in my fridge. But it smelled like gumbo.

More racing around and bizziness for the rest of the week. Mr. Macho is the man-on-duty next weekend.

This Lenten season is providing some very tough personal challenges. The least of which is giving up alcohol. Once or ten times I have been very tempted. To say that harsh word. To go ahead a get that glass of wine. You know? Sometimes it doesn't feel good to resist right at that moment. Like, it would feel so good to just let it rip and say something sassy. Then the moment passes. After a while I am so glad I didn't say the hurtful thing. I am so relieved I kept my thoughts to myself. I erased the email. Whew. Man does not live by bread alone. Thanks to Glennon Doyle Melton for reminding me that - "We can do hard things!" That cocktail can wait.

Here we are, though, in March. Easter is right around the corner. Sap is rising in the trees right outside my window. Life is changing right before my eyes. Every day.

Dirty floors are calling my name.
Shalom.