The Last Hurrah

Everybody is booked for the next few days so I decided yesterday to pitch the Last Hurrah. Friday was really windy so I cleaned out the Screenhouse with Mme Latour's great help and the men moved my picnic table inside it and everybody contributed. Latours a massive shrimp cocktail, Terese, a green salad and a bottle of Yellowtail, Nicole, at my request, a dessert of apples and Bleu cheese and pecans. I fixed thick barbecued pork chops, a corn souffle' (this is my grandma's "corn pudding" but I'm with the French) and sweet potatoes. The wine just appeared from next door.

I downloaded some easy listening music for background music so my iTunes computer was at the ready. Andre discovered my music collection and we were off: dancing by the light of the moon, laughing and being silly. Of course we played out by curfew at 10:30 p.m. That is the difference of this "second childhood"-no more all nighters but the quality was there. Rene, bless his heart, did the dishes again.

My "harem" with dish towel veils. Terese did a dish towel veil dance. I was too busy to take many pictures. I hope Jeanne will share.

Thursday was busy too- Ken and Mervi came by to say goodbye. We cracked a few Corona's, Joyce and Gary joined us. Honey was stealing dog biscuits from Gary's scooter-they were hers-Joyce was trying to bribe her into a pet. Did not work but you have to give her credit for trying.

My back and my belly are still problematic. Jeanne gave me a heat pack on Thursday and my back was pretty good all day Friday but got me up at 4:00 a.m. today. A new heatpack is in place. My stomach feels like it would be relieved by a 30 minute fart but Alas! It needs a rest-that much I know.