Which is saying something. Yesterday I wrote the entire entry before I realized I was posting it to someone else’s blog. (It’s the kind where members can participate so, those of you with blogs of your own, have no fear of my crashing you. )
Yesterday was, as I’d hoped, a good writing day, and in the evening, my nephew, Mike, his lovely wife Sara, son Chandler and daughter Courtney–along with Courtney’s friend, Mattie (tell me if I have this wrong, Sara)–dropped in for dinner. Mike’s friend, Dan, a Northport boy, was here, too. They not only brought the food–oysters baked in the shell, Paula Deene’s macaroni and cheese, teriaki tuna and smoked tuna–prepared what wasn’t already prepared, and served everything, they cleaned up afterward! Now that’s my kind of dinner party! We caught up on our visiting, at least partially, and the kids had a great time riding up and down in the elevator. Mike and Sara are lovely, generous people–and sensational cooks.
Weather-wise, we’ve got sunshine alternating with heavy clouds promising thunder–the noisy stuff should arrive sometime this evening. Bernice will be wanting some TLC when the sky rips open and the lightning flashes, but Sadie and the kits are pretty unflappable. The horses will just stand stalwartly under the trees and watch the action–unless the Canadian Wrangler puts them in their stalls for the night. Generally, with the possible exception of the old Buckaroo, they like to spend as much time outside as they can.
I’m off to Parable, Montana for the day.
See you tomorrow.