The Weekend

It was a good one.

Friday I met Marilyn, Missy, and Violet for a great lunch at Cracker Barrel in Athens. I was about 15 minutes early, so I just bummed around the store for a while. I've come to the conclusion that Cracker Barrel has two things that I can appreciate: all of the old stuff in the ceiling and walls, and the food. The store has little to hold my attention.

When the girls arrived, Vi was asleep. She slept on my shoulder until the food came, woke up happy, and proceeded to engage in her favorite activity...eating. For being only 14 months old, that girl can pack away some groceries. Still, she's right where she should be weight-wise, so I guess it's all good.

After lunch, I visited my favorite place, and blew up about 100 rounds of .45 ACP, 50 of .45 Colt, and a couple of hundred rounds of .22 LR. I'm improving. Most of the shots went where I wanted them to go.

Following the range, it was home to sit with Sara, the Queen of the Known Universe, until her parents got off work. We had a nice visit, and she worked on her "I will not forget my homework" sentences that her Dad had assigned following a bout of voluntary amnesia.

Saturday dawned, gray and cold, so I bummed around the garage for a while, and discovered 4 nearly completed knives that I had started on about 3 years ago and set aside. A little sanding, polishing, and a couple of coats of Tru-Oil later, they had a nifty, durable finish on the handles, and I have 4 more projects. Now I get to make sheaths.

Sunday was a good day, too. Marilyn had worked until 0-dark-thirty this morning, and slept in, so I took advantage of the peace and quiet and read for a while. When Marilyn put in an appearance, and we had spent plenty of time telling all the animals that we still loved them, we went out for a late lunch at the new IHOP here in town. From there, we went to Lowe's and picked up a new, improved, Christmas tree, a Rosemary wreath, and a partridge in a pear tree. On the way home, we hit the Publix, picked up some groceries, and got home in time to cook supper, which should be done in a few minutes.

I hope y'all had just as good of a weekend as I did. I got do do a lot of things I like to do, see a lot of people who make me really glad to be alive, and spend some time with my wife. What more could a man ask for?

Like I've said before, I'm blessed.