Yesterday started out unlike a typical Saturday. As far as I knew we didn't have any plans to go anywhere. This is unusual because Bud is a party looking for a place to happen and so he keeps our social calendar pretty well booked up months in advance. Though I'd been stuck in the house all week, there really wasn't anything unusual about that, and all in all it had been a pretty good week. I got up Saturday with a full complement of spoons, it was sunny and going to be pleasantly warm (60º to 70º F). It is definitely spring here in North Carolina; the daffodils and forsythia are in bloom and many of the flowering trees have started to show off their glorious colors. The azaleas aren't far off and the lilacs right outside my front door are starting to create flower clusters.
We sat around for a bit in the morning, drinking our coffees with Irish cream and fooling around on our respective computers. Then I took a shower and when I got out, started to dress in the same old junkie clothes I typically wear around the house when I'm not going anywhere. Bud was getting dressed too. He was going to run to the vets to get heartworm pills for the dogs and make an appointment for their annual physicals. Yes, we take all four dogs to the vet at the same time. It is a ginormous pain, but it also gets the whole thing out of the way all at once so Bud doesn't have a scheduling nightmare with multiple trips to the vet. The only other necessity is to get Bailey shaved before the hot weather sets in and Bud can drop her off at 7:00 am and pick her up after work. But, Bud told me when he got back from the vet's, he planned to take me out, just to give me an opportunity to get out of the house for awhile. How can you not love this man? I immediately revised my attire to accommodate the outside world and waited for his return.
A half hour later he was back and we were ready to go. Now I know most of you don't get excited about a simple little drive into town for lunch and some shopping, but believe me it is truly a treat for me. First stop was Olive Garden. Our niece, Kalyn Masek, has worked at Olive Garden in Westminster, Maryland for a few years. She's in nursing school now so I'm not sure if she is still working there, but she gave us a gift card for Olive Garden at Christmas. We had a great lunch. They make some really scrumptious meals, and we always enjoy sharing. Bud got Shrimp and Crab Tortelli Romana -- Shrimp, crab and smoked mozzarella-filled ravioli, topped with sautéed shrimp in a three cheese and sun-dried tomato sauce. Absolute heaven. My three favorite foods in the whole world are seafood, cheese and pasta. When the waiter came with the cheese grater and asked if we wanted grated cheese over the salads and the meals, the answer was, of course, YES!! I told him he could put cheese on dirt and I would eat it. He looked at me as if I might be a little odd, so he quickly grated the cheese and walked away. I had Pear and Gorgonzola Ravioli with Shrimp -- Pear, mascarpone and gorgonzola cheese-filled ravioli with shrimp, tossed in a creamy parmesan sauce drizzled in a balsamic glaze. Are you seeing the pattern here? More seafood, cheese and pasta. We had planned to have dessert because they had a delicious Warm Apple Crostata -- Sliced apples, rich vanilla cream and caramelized almond biscotti crumble baked atop a shortbread cookie crust, served warm with vanilla ice cream. But, alas, we had no room for dessert.
After our delightful lunch, Bud took me shopping at the Big and Tall Men's Store. This is the perfect place to take me shopping, because I don't have to do anything. I hate shopping. But, if all I have to do is stand/sit around while someone else shops I don't mind it so much. He was in desperate need of new pants for work. Our charming dog Abby, went through a period where she decided to eat pants. If she found a pair of pants that was within reach of her little alligator-like mouth, that was the end of those pants. Of course, she didn't attempt this while you were wearing them, but you had to be very careful where you put your pants if you didn't have them on. She only got one pair of my shorts, but she tore up more than a few pair of Bud's work pants. He was down to only four pairs of pants and two pair of jeans. Since he can only wear jeans on casual Friday, that meant he had only enough pants to make it through the week. That was assuming I had enough spoons sometime during the week to run a load of laundry that included his work pants. Since I have no guarantee from one day to the next how many spoons I'm gonna have, counting on me getting the laundry done is risky business. So now he has enough pants to last two weeks, if necessary, as long as we can keep Abby away from them. Surely I will be able to find enough spoons over a two-week span to be able to run at least one load of laundry.
After the Big and Tall store we went to a local nursery so Bud could buy peat pots. I don't know why we go through this every year, but he is really pig-headed about some things. He plans to start some plants. As near as I can tell, that's all he'll do is start them. Sometimes they die in the starter pots, and he starts over again. Sometimes they actually make it to being planted in the ground. But invariable, year after year, that's as far as they go and we never see a harvest. However, I can indulge his little fantasy as the peat pots really don't cost much.
On the way home we stopped by the ABC store to pick up another bottle of Irish cream. We go through about one bottle a week since we both have at least two cups of coffee with Irish cream on Saturday and Sunday. It's just one of the little pleasures I allow myself now that I don't have a lot of opportunities to indulge myself. By the time we got home, though I hadn't actually done much more than walk, ride and eat, I was running low on spoons. And, as almost always, a little nap helped give me back a spoon or two to get through the rest of the day.
I had a great Saturday. I'm really glad Bud takes care of me the way he does. But speaking of spoons, he must have run out of them too by the time he went to bed last night. I know we had an hour less overnight last night, but it was quarter to eleven before Bud got up this morning. That is so unusual, I actually checked on him three times to make sure he was still breathing. I guess he needed to catch up on some rest too.
We sat around for a bit in the morning, drinking our coffees with Irish cream and fooling around on our respective computers. Then I took a shower and when I got out, started to dress in the same old junkie clothes I typically wear around the house when I'm not going anywhere. Bud was getting dressed too. He was going to run to the vets to get heartworm pills for the dogs and make an appointment for their annual physicals. Yes, we take all four dogs to the vet at the same time. It is a ginormous pain, but it also gets the whole thing out of the way all at once so Bud doesn't have a scheduling nightmare with multiple trips to the vet. The only other necessity is to get Bailey shaved before the hot weather sets in and Bud can drop her off at 7:00 am and pick her up after work. But, Bud told me when he got back from the vet's, he planned to take me out, just to give me an opportunity to get out of the house for awhile. How can you not love this man? I immediately revised my attire to accommodate the outside world and waited for his return.
A half hour later he was back and we were ready to go. Now I know most of you don't get excited about a simple little drive into town for lunch and some shopping, but believe me it is truly a treat for me. First stop was Olive Garden. Our niece, Kalyn Masek, has worked at Olive Garden in Westminster, Maryland for a few years. She's in nursing school now so I'm not sure if she is still working there, but she gave us a gift card for Olive Garden at Christmas. We had a great lunch. They make some really scrumptious meals, and we always enjoy sharing. Bud got Shrimp and Crab Tortelli Romana -- Shrimp, crab and smoked mozzarella-filled ravioli, topped with sautéed shrimp in a three cheese and sun-dried tomato sauce. Absolute heaven. My three favorite foods in the whole world are seafood, cheese and pasta. When the waiter came with the cheese grater and asked if we wanted grated cheese over the salads and the meals, the answer was, of course, YES!! I told him he could put cheese on dirt and I would eat it. He looked at me as if I might be a little odd, so he quickly grated the cheese and walked away. I had Pear and Gorgonzola Ravioli with Shrimp -- Pear, mascarpone and gorgonzola cheese-filled ravioli with shrimp, tossed in a creamy parmesan sauce drizzled in a balsamic glaze. Are you seeing the pattern here? More seafood, cheese and pasta. We had planned to have dessert because they had a delicious Warm Apple Crostata -- Sliced apples, rich vanilla cream and caramelized almond biscotti crumble baked atop a shortbread cookie crust, served warm with vanilla ice cream. But, alas, we had no room for dessert.
After our delightful lunch, Bud took me shopping at the Big and Tall Men's Store. This is the perfect place to take me shopping, because I don't have to do anything. I hate shopping. But, if all I have to do is stand/sit around while someone else shops I don't mind it so much. He was in desperate need of new pants for work. Our charming dog Abby, went through a period where she decided to eat pants. If she found a pair of pants that was within reach of her little alligator-like mouth, that was the end of those pants. Of course, she didn't attempt this while you were wearing them, but you had to be very careful where you put your pants if you didn't have them on. She only got one pair of my shorts, but she tore up more than a few pair of Bud's work pants. He was down to only four pairs of pants and two pair of jeans. Since he can only wear jeans on casual Friday, that meant he had only enough pants to make it through the week. That was assuming I had enough spoons sometime during the week to run a load of laundry that included his work pants. Since I have no guarantee from one day to the next how many spoons I'm gonna have, counting on me getting the laundry done is risky business. So now he has enough pants to last two weeks, if necessary, as long as we can keep Abby away from them. Surely I will be able to find enough spoons over a two-week span to be able to run at least one load of laundry.
After the Big and Tall store we went to a local nursery so Bud could buy peat pots. I don't know why we go through this every year, but he is really pig-headed about some things. He plans to start some plants. As near as I can tell, that's all he'll do is start them. Sometimes they die in the starter pots, and he starts over again. Sometimes they actually make it to being planted in the ground. But invariable, year after year, that's as far as they go and we never see a harvest. However, I can indulge his little fantasy as the peat pots really don't cost much.
On the way home we stopped by the ABC store to pick up another bottle of Irish cream. We go through about one bottle a week since we both have at least two cups of coffee with Irish cream on Saturday and Sunday. It's just one of the little pleasures I allow myself now that I don't have a lot of opportunities to indulge myself. By the time we got home, though I hadn't actually done much more than walk, ride and eat, I was running low on spoons. And, as almost always, a little nap helped give me back a spoon or two to get through the rest of the day.
I had a great Saturday. I'm really glad Bud takes care of me the way he does. But speaking of spoons, he must have run out of them too by the time he went to bed last night. I know we had an hour less overnight last night, but it was quarter to eleven before Bud got up this morning. That is so unusual, I actually checked on him three times to make sure he was still breathing. I guess he needed to catch up on some rest too.
Hello Carla
ReplyDeleteHow lovely you should pop over to mine today and comment on my 'medical advice' post. Sounds like you had it far worse than me, and I moaned a lot!
I've replied on my post but seems easier to come over here and say, I did write a post about the hysterical women/menopause etc, a day or two later so if you want Dr McGregor's Victorian advice on them you can read it at the link below
http://mumsgoneto.blogspot.com/2011/03/hysterical-women.html
Thank you for stopping by. Will repay the compliment and have a look around your place too.
Trish