Long, Lazy Weekend

I ran off to John's house for my long weekend. Ended up getting 5+ inches of snow on Saturday; it was coming down gangbusters! My car was very happy, and snow-free, in John's garage! Then on Sunday very high winds . . .  so, having fortuitously laid in a nice supply of provisions (my idea of course!), it was a movie marathon weekend! And pizza with delicious cheap clearance cheese from Aldi (sharp provolone and manchego! I may need to take a moment . . . ). OK. Back. And mom sent us her delicious poorboys. And delicious soup with wonderful homemade stock! I got to pick the meat off 10 pounds of chicken dark meat! ARGHHHH. And delicious salads. Yummy stuff. And John whipped up some banana nut bread, no recipe, with clearance black walnuts (love those - we had a black walnut tree on the farm and that flavor sure takes me back . . . memories of hammering those suckers and walnut finger stains!) and free Greek yogurt from Kroger. It was great! And a little ping pong! Finally felt good enough to play a little. Knee and heel (knock on wood) are feeling much better. Hera was a growler this weekend, at me AND Isis! Don't know what was up with that! There are no paragraphs here (you are lucky there is even half-assed grammar!), it is all running together in a relaxed, rambling, cozy, rejuvenating fashion, just like my weekend. And I know that seems like a lot of food, but it was a 3-day weekend after all! LOL

Hera on, and Isis in, my big cozy, fleecy blanket I bought so I could be super warm at John's place. Seems it is their current fave and I did not get to use it at all! I was plenty warm this weekend anyway. It's amazing how comfy 59-61 degrees (56 at night) can feel in a newer, draft free home. With a down alternative comforter on you. And another one under you. And lots of nice layers of your good wicking clothes. And cuddl duds. I'm happy to share my blanket with the girls. After all, the kitties kindly let me share their loo. I will spare you the rhyme that logically follows . . .

After watching a newish movie, The Purge  (thumbs down from Kay), we moved on to the '70s. After a freakishly weird movie, The Baby, which I still can't get out of my head, things starting to look up with The Taking of Pelham 123; Three Days of the Condor; The Silent Partner; The Mechanic; and The Boys from Brazil. The music. The fashion. The violence. The car chases. The bralessness. Is that a word? Need I say more? I shan't. Ok I lied . . . and the fun of picking out familiar actors and trying to figure out where you know them from, then looking them up on IMDB!

Gosh I'm weird.

When I got back I picked up Bernie for a ride. He likes rides better in the spring, but winter rides are good too. In the spring he wants to go around when the farmers are planting. If he is alive. I told him I won't take him if he isn't. He laughed.  If he sees someone he knows outdoors when we are on our ride in nice weather he will stop and talk. Unless they might ask him to drive a tractor. Bernie can still drive a tractor. And why don't people have their names on their mailboxes anymore!?

Signing off. Have a good week people.

Kay