I agree we are definitely pack creatures. I've gone a week totally alone when I lived in Maine but by the 7th day, I was packing my camping stuff and heading back to people. I'll admit the first 3-4 days it was incredible being one with nature, watching the chipmunks and the deer. I took my kayak out on the lake and took lots of pictures.
I feel like the perimeter with my sons all the time. Thankfully, we reside with our daughter so we do a lot together. Other than deviled eggs and a spiral ham we don't do much for Easter, the granddaughter is 12 and over the Easter bunny. She does enjoy having jelly beans and chocolate. We do generally go for a walk together which is usually at Red Rock Canyon, it's so pretty.
I think many of us harden our hearts after being betrayed, I know I did. It took a long time for me to trust Vic and to fall in love again. Sadly, there are times I'm still uneasy .
I admit, each day I grow more and more confused. Why take a stable economy and throw it into chaos? I keep waiting for some justification of the actions that would make sense.
My husband takes his phone everywhere. He gets so frustrated with me because I always keep my phone in vibrate mode and if I'm not near it I don't hear it. I use my phone more for pictures than actual phone calls. My Iphone takes incredible pictures and a lot easier to carry with me than my Nikon.
Like your hubby when I am out walking I do carry my phone so they can find me if needed. This growing old isn't what I was led to believe.
Fun words on a Saturday: cooking, frying, silence, potato chips, restaurant, chef and salt. There's a connection to the date and these words, can you guess what?
I’m unsure of the connection with today’s date. Maybe it’s a special day in the USA which we in Australia don’t observe. Anyhow the words made me think of fish and chips and how hungry I am right now. I love saltypotato chips but they must be sprinkled liberally in vinegar.
I love to go to our famous seafood restaurant in Fremantle and to watch the cheffrying mounds of chips and then as he lifts golden pieces of battered fish out of the hot oil. The chatter at the table stops and silence reigns as every begins to eat.
However I hate the lingering smell the next day when I’ve been cooking fish and chips at home.
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