"FRIED" DAY

"Fried" in the sense it got hot as hell--a nice change from the coolness, seems to me. Cheryl picked me up for T.O.P.S., as usual. As for weight, I stayed the same from two weeks ago--128.4--and lost .04 at the meeting, to 128.7. There were only four of us there, but happily, one was Bev, back from Minnesota where she had gone for a memorial service for her brother. She was the biggest loser at four pounds off, but we were sorry to hear she probably wouldn't be continuing. Her husband's cognitive problems are worsening and she has a lot more going on in her immediate and extended family. Bev is a committed Lutheran and she received a number of these at the service and brought them in to share: 

                                

Without mentioning my religious beliefs--or lack thereof--I asked for two. Next week, I'm going to have Suzanne and Vickie over for one of our long-delayed Happy Hour chat sessions and I'll give them each one. On a whim, I asked the others if they knew what scrapple was--none of them did--oh, how deprived the poor souls in California are!

Approaching my door after the meeting, I found another lovely Mothers' Day bouquet. Since Ellen had given me one, too, I decided to combine them. I think they came out beautifully:

For a change, I had scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast--'twas yum--then moseyed around with this and that before packing lunch and heading out to the middle. It had gotten wonderfully warm and sunny and I enjoyed sitting there eating my sandwich and reading War Made Invisible, a book that's so damn true, it hurts.

I was glad to realize when I woke up just now, that I had slept well; I hope the RLS is over. Texted Diane to be sure we're still on for lunch today--we are and will eat at the park across from her place after I take my donations to Goodwill.