The Weekend

Sometimes being retired the days seem to run together, but the weekends still stand out.  Maybe it's because I was in that priveleged  group that got to work on weekends, and now I'm free to do whatever presents itself.  

Yesterday Cloody and I took a drive over to Jonesboro.  The day was cold and dreary with few people stirring about.  We met the Smiths for a Mexican lunch which was delicious, and later we joined them at home for dessert.  Patsy makes a great blueberry cake, and I got my first taste of Andy's frozen custard.  Fat old people getting fatter.  Did I say that?

The drive home was pleasant. It's now mostly four-lanes now, and the speed trap though Dell, AR has been eliminated.   Coming home I found that just east of Jonesboro I could get four bars on the cell phone, and weekend calls are free.  You can't beat that in the Village.

photo by Patsy

Well, now for Sunday.  It's still cold but the sun keeps trying to peep-out.  Today was a special day at church because we are having our Christmas musical program.  Yes, you heard correctly; I did say Christmas.   The original program was scheduled December 17, but because of bad weather and ice it was cancelled.  Everyone in the choir had worked hard to present this program, so it was decided they would not be denied, and it was given today.  It was a super nice program and well enjoyed.  Thanks to the Choir and all.   

We enjoyed lunch with friends in the Village Cafe and made it home to catch up on some Net-Flicks.  I'm not sure if we accomplished anything, but we had fun and enjoyed ourselves, so what more could one ask?  

In conclusion, I must admit I found time to read  IF, a poem by Rudyard Kipling.  I vaguely remember it from high school.  I understand it's voted the number one poem in the UK, and after rereading it, I agree.  It make a lot more sense now than it did 65 plus year ago.

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