My Week: A Memorial Day Getaway

Sunday, DD emailed and asked if we could visit on Monday since she had the day off. She and merm were going to a nursery to buy plants. Seems the back yard where the garden will be has rich virgin soil and to say they were anxious to get it planted would be an understatement. I told her I was going to a Memorial Day celebration with my cousins/neighbors and I didn’t know when I’d have to leave. Then I kept seeing DD posting on Facebook. When I told her I thought she was leaving, she blamed the delay on merm. Upshot was, between their trip to the nursery and my going to the celebration, we never got our visit in.

My cousin called to find out for sure if I’d be there and told me during the conversation that she’d seen Ataulfo mangos at a store in town and they were 4/$1. I called to see if they would be open on Memorial Day and I was assured they would be.

Not wanting to leave them in the hot car for hours, I didn’t stop and get them on the way. That was probably a mistake.

I got to the house shortly after noon but the eating didn’t start for quite awhile after that. People kept coming in during the afternoon until the house, deck and pool were full. My swimsuit days are over so I stayed in the house. It was hot as blazes and with that many people around, it got pretty uncomfortable. I’d worn a loose dress and was probably about as comfortable as anyone.

On my way back, I stopped at the store and, I’ll tell you, if they’d given me the mangos I would have brought them home and put them directly in the compost bin. They were pitiful. I don’t think there was a good one in the lot. I’d planned to get bananas there but theirs were so green they probably glowed in the dark. As for avocados (the third item on my list), I didn’t see any. I did get a couple of containers of mushrooms. So much for that. I went on to Walmart and got the other things I needed. No mangos, though.

Tuesday was pretty routine. Wednesday, I did a post for G&D Construction. It’s the neatest thing I’ve seen for a long time and I want one. Not that I’ll ever get it but I can dream, can’t I?

Retreat Room

I was basking in the glory of Getting Something Accomplished when the phone rang. I looked at the clock. It was 5:45 TT. It was the chairman of the nominating committee. She was calling an emergency meeting that would take place after prayer meeting. Not wanting to go down just for the meeting, I made tracks and got there for prayer meeting. It just about convinced me I need a hearing aid. The one who conducted it has a very soft voice and I got snatches now and then.

After it was over, the committee members went to the fellowship hall where we waited for the pastor. By the time he got there and we worked our way through the problems, it was almost dark when I started home. So much for not lasting long.

Thursday evening, it started raining and rained and rained a lot of the day yesterday. I have no idea how much because I left my rain gauge out during the winter and it froze as rain gauges will. It’s holds a half inch before it starts leaking out. However much we got, we needed it. We could still use more.

The rain brought in a cold front and it got down to 45 degrees last night. I dreamed about making a snow man. No wonder. I turned the heat on this morning and I’ve been using the heating pad merm gave me for Christmas.

Yesterday afternoon, I killed a watermelon I’d bought probably a week and a half ago. It was pretty good. Nothing to write home about. I chunked it up and put most of it in a large container to take to the guest meal today. It’s easier to have something I don’t have to do anything to once I get there.

1 o’clock PDT was when my sister’s service was to begin. DD took off work and went to represent me. I really appreciated her being there. My ex-nephew-in-law took these pictures and posted them on Facebook. I remember when she looked like that.

Photos by Randi Gustavson

My great-niece made 20 pies (my sister would have said they were “pyes”)—10 each apple and pecan. I heard they were excellent. They were served after the service.

One of the men from Walmart’s produce department called me and said they have champagne mangos. That’s champagne with a lower case “c”. In other words, not Ciruli Brothers. I asked him how much and what size. They are priced at 88 cents each and 20 count. That’s awfully small. I told him that was too much so he was going to talk to his manager and call me back. The phone never rang. That was okay. I wasn’t looking forward to barreling down the mountain.

Church was exceptional. I don’t usually go for DVDs for the service. I prefer live speakers but Louie Giglio is in a class by himself. This is the video we saw–Indescribable.

It was better at church because the aspect ratio wasn’t skewed to make him look like he has a long skinny head.

The newlywed couple stayed for lunch. I have an idea that they may be going toward eating raw. They had watermelon, cantaloupe and cucumber. He’s lost a significant amount of weight and looks like he needs to eat more. It’s hard to get enough calories on raw for a man that tall. I’d say he’s at least 6′. Eating raw can be a wonderful way to go but if it isn’t done correctly, it can do more harm than good.

After lunch, we had our God in Shoes meeting. It’s getting closer! The organizers are doing a bang-up job and there are people who aren’t as timid as I am about asking for donations. Guess I’m what my mother would have referred to as “mealy-mouthed.”

I never feel satisfied when I eat at a fellowship lunch. Maybe it’s because it’s hard to balance a meal. I came home and ate again.

I’m getting concerned about Genese. Well, I’ll take that back. I’ve been concerned about her for some time. She has lymphadema in one of her legs that’s getting progressively worse. It’s causing her to gain weight from all the fluid that’s accumulating. It’s a scary situation that needs to be addressed. I’m not in a position to do anything about it. I wish I were. The only thing I’m able to do is pray so I’ll keep doing that.

Guess I should hang this up and go to bed. Tomorrow is another day.

4 Responses to My Week: A Memorial Day Getaway

  1. Genese June 3, 2012 at 10:14 am #

    As you know, I appreciate every prayer. Thank you for “listening” to my rants, too.

    • Tommie June 3, 2012 at 10:33 am #

      If your rants weren’t valid, I wouldn’t fool with them. However, I’ve seen (most of) the evidence and I know how things can go on and on, too.

  2. Mary Jane June 3, 2012 at 10:43 am #

    It was 47 here this morning. Wonder what “winter” this is?

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