...Or All's Well That Ends Well
To celebrate Jesse's move to The Yellow House (and just because we like to get together and eat), I had planned a sister supper for Wednesday night, replete with all the usual suspects. But then Ramey informed me that her grandson Reed was due in from California on Wednesday evening and she thought they would be doing something. So I postponed sister supper until Thursday evening.
At Jesse's suggestion, we were having spaghetti and meatballs. Everything went well early in the day. I got the meatballs prepared, Jesse and I went for a haircut, I came home and made brownies and put the sauce on to simmer. Then just before I started the spaghetti, Ramey called.
"I forgot that I have to work until 7:00 tonight," she announced. Dinner was scheduled for 6:00. Too late to postpone again.
So the deal was that everyone except Ramey arrived at 6:00 and had dinner at about 6:30. Ramey arrived at about 7:30, when everyone else except me and Jesse had gone home, and ate. But it turned out ok. Everyone enjoyed the spaghetti and meatballs. Jesse even had a second helping of them, without spaghetti, after everyone had gone home. It isn't the same as when all of us, including Ramey, can sit down together, but I'm glad we're flexible enough to not let the little things spoil our fun.
The bad news is that, after all my work and repair on the area where Skipper had made such a hole-digging, muddy mess, he found a spot right in the middle of my daisies where he could dig and had at it while we were getting ready for dinner. The torrential rain the other night uncovered the bare dirt and softened it just the way Skipper likes it.
What a mess! I have most of the dirt put back in the hole, the daisies that he dug up replanted in pots, and a bunch of flower pots and buckets covering up the area until Jesse can get me some more pine straw and mulch to hide the spot and deflect Skipper's attention.
Now to the sewing room....
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