An Entire Weekend - Unplanned.

This doesn't feel like a beginning-of-the-week Monday. It's like we haven't had Sunday yet!

We didn't go to church yesterday, but lolled around. That's not like us at all. We just took it easy, watching a recording of the day's CBS Sunday Morning, reading the Sunday news. It was different, but nice. I guess my favorite statement - guess we needed it - fit. (And also) We're "creatures of habit."

The whole weekend was different.

Starting with Friday afternoon - Sharon called. Ida had her American Heritage Girls Club end-of-year picnic and moving up ceremony at Catharine Park that evening. Would we like to come? Ida would be getting some awards. Of course, we would and did! The American Heritage girls was a new club formed this year. Sharon began their Chapter, and is their Group Leader. She's doing a wonderful job.

Saturday morning, our TV cable was out, and the electricity went out about a half hour later, so Paul and I went to Friendly's for breakfast. Beforehand, Paul called Time Warner and a recording said the power was out for about 500 customers and would be back on around 11 AM. It was. We never found out what happened.

In the afternoon we had quite a rainstorm. It came down in buckets. We couldn't see across the street and we even had a bit of hail.

Then - Saturday evening - As we were watching TV, Paul got a phone call from Lue. Her brother, Scott, (and his brother-in-law) had just arrived from Washington State. Scott wanted to borrow some tools. (It seems the storm "did a number" on her electrical wiring and some of her lights quit working in the back of the house.)

We sat in our kitchen, talked, and drank coffee - til almost midnight. Scott had come cross-country in three days! He drove 48 hours non-stop from Montana. . . with only two catnaps from there to here. Not wise, but he did it. Let's hope he's more sensible going back.

Then Scott invited us to go out to dinner Sunday evening with Lue, her sister, Sharon, and Sharon's husband, Mike. The six of us went to The Seneca Station, overlooking Seneca Lake, and had a lovely dinner thanks to a very generous Scott.

The electrical problem wasn't fixed, so Paul and I came back with Lue and Scott, and the two men continued trying to find a solution. They didn't, so Paul went back there this morning and he and Scott fixed it.

Paul finished up the tile in the kitchen. Spice jars: Naturally, since they were above the stove, the spice jars needed to be washed. This was problematic because I found out that when you washed the bottles, the spice labels came off. So that meant taking the white tops off, washing them separately, and delicately washing the rest of the glass bottles. Can you imagine 33 spice jars without labels. Sure, you can sniff, but hey. . . 33 scents?

So - what's happenin in your neck o the woods???