Yesterday, we had a Blue Grass music gathering at our church. It was set up for the seniors. I was invited. I didn't even know that I had reached senior status. The music was really good, and the food was even better. Soooooooooo many things like gran-ma used to make: cakes, cookies, brownies, jello salad, sandwiches, sugar cookies all decked out with Christmas frosting. OH, YEAH! And homemade rum cake. I had fourths on that. (oink, oink!) I ate way too much.
On the way home, I was trying to think of something to blog for Wednesday. Let's see. . . I could do a blog about dutch oven beans, surprise cupcakes, blueberry pancakes, or maybe tell another story. But what kind of story? Or, I could fill everyone in on my 23-year old son, who is a special needs kid, and the new treatment he is having to, as he says, "fix my brain." Or, about my son getting the chance to lay a Christmas wreath at my nephew's grave site with the military. Maybe a Christmas story. Or maybe just a bunch of FEED YOUR FACE posts.
Maybe, I could just set on my duff and surf all of the blogs I follow. That would take up just about the whole day. And I wouldn't even have to get dressed! 'Course, then Kathi would come home and find me like she left me last night -- at the computer. Maybe I should put up more pictures. Or do some Granddad's Corner videos. That would be a hoot.
But, I guess, first I should put up our Christmas tree. It is getting pretty close to that time. Shhhh. . . it's a surprise!