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It's been a bit since I've written. I know, I know. You've missed me horribly. Here's a hankie.

We had a delightful Easter dinner here at our house with 18 or so bodies, three different tables and massive quantities of excellent food. See?

And here are the three tables of humans.

It was a lovey meal. We used my mother's china and that always makes me feel a bit closer to her.

It's been raining a lot, which has meant that our basement room project has been set back yet again as water is seeping into one entire wall. This is not something we are enjoying so that's all I'm going to say about that. (Yes, that was me being Forrest Gump)

I've been doing a lot of Interpreting, which I'm loving more and more. Lance is still working---or rather he goes to work but there is no work for them to do so he's bored out of his mind most of the time.

We've had some stress of late (who hasn't?) so this morning after we dropped Ash off at school we did something out of character for us.

We had to fill our gas tank, so we did. Sunshine was spilling through the sunroof as we drove away from the gas station and I suddenly realized that I didn't want to go pick up the dry cleaning. I didn't want to stop at the store because we were out of milk. I didn't want to go home.

I wanted this..

And this...

And of course...more of this...

So I did. We did I mean. Get those things.
Then on the way home I got to bask in the joy of this.... was foolish and silly and I'll always be glad we just ran away from the city for a few hours to be alone on the beach at the cabin. I'd do it again. In weekend....


  1. Looks like you guys had a great Easter. Ham is always the best to have on Easter, it tastes so good.

    This reminds me of when we had get togethers at my grandma and grandpa's house. We did the same thing you guys did, had three different tables to eat at. The only thing I hated about them, is that I was always stuck sitting with the little kids. Don't get me wrong, they were nice cute kids, but I wanted to sit by people my age and hear them tell funny stories. Those were the days when I couldn't stand up for myself.

    That cabin looks so relaxing. I wish I had a place like that, that I could go to and relax. I hope you have fun there these next week.


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