I like Eli Cranor’s ubiquitous opening lines: “I’m writing from . . .” Likewise, I like to open with when: I’m writing at noon on Saturday after an early-morning trip to the nearby Dollar General. We were the third vehicle there but by the time we left, cars were parked everywhere; one even outside of the parking area in the driveway!
Everything
on our shopping list was available except a one-pound box of Velveeta with
which we make cheese dip. Additional hang-ups were aisles blocked by stockers.
While I unloaded the buggy for the checker, AM put the filled bags into an
different buggy making it quicker than if only one were doing it. But, she
said, “you bought a lot of that stuff for me.” That I did. Thank goodness for
Discover.
During
the long weekend past, the brush got burned, the trust got amended, the pizzas
got eaten and everyone got back home safely, even if the Florida trip took
longer than expected. Gordon got home at 12:20 a.m. Tuesday morning. The plane
landed at 11 pm, but he had to drive from the Destin airport back to Gulf
Breeze.
Eric
of Hot Springs took back a sack of purple-blooming irises from the front bed
and this morning, he sent email photos of them in the ground—some at their
house and more at what he calls “Amityland,” their property off Amity Road.
A great weekend with all my children. Thankful. Blessed. Have a good rest-of-June.
