posted on Feb, 27 2015 @ 09:21 AM
Jeeves, more of the bubbly! The tiny bubbles seem to gently bump into our brain cells, allowing the release of the most magnanimous and magnificent
thoughts! ....yes, please, serve it to us out in the new LN tree house. ....no, no thanks, Jeeves, we'll skip your egg salad sliders and side of
potato salad....how about organic peanut butter and jam sandwiches?
Lunch with my sisters was way too short, but it was good to see that all is well with everyone. "All is well" meaning that we are cheerfully dealing
with Life's crap that can be thrown our way from time to time...haha kinda like gorillas that start throwing feces toward you, when all you're doing
is standing there enjoying viewing them.
Sorry, Spira, but my feet didn't touch the sand, so no shell. We did walk along the promenade and out to the end of the pier. Sat on the balcony to
listen to the ocean roar and to see the surfers catching waves. Ate fish tacos.
Flatware is the term for forks, knives, and spoons. Since one of my childhood chores was to set the table for dinner, my Mom made sure I knew how to
correctly place the flatware, plates, and glassware. Really, nowadays, with such a variety of eats, one might use chopsticks or just use fingers to
eat everything served. And then there's the bundling up of flatware in napkins at some restaurants, so, whatever.... but it is fun to know how a
dining table could be set properly. Kind of like knowing how to set a stage for a theatrical performance. Come to think of it, a meal could be thought
of as a performance of sorts. Why, even lighting is important!
Well, MrD is slowly getting us ready for our desert stay. That man is temporally challenged, but, whatever, Life is good here, and it will be good
whenever we get out there. Oh, it might turn out that the problem with the truck might be just that it needs knew shocks. And here I had the
drivetrain falling out...of course, that was after MrD poopooed my thought that maybe the tires were just not properly inflated.... haha what do I
know?.... whatever...I love MrD... and he did inflate the tires anyway, which helped....
Sorry we're drinking champagne out of plastic glasses, but I thought that maybe the trek up the tree might be asking a bit too much for glass flutes.