Smoked a Chicken

Sunday turned out to be a very pleasant afternoon. The kids were hanging out. Jason was sitting on a high dollar deal with the company but was affable and dear Lori went to the Fresh Market for delicacies before I arrived. Bruschetta and Hummus on peppery toast rounds, a nice California wine, two loads of laundry in their fabulous washer, big honking shish-ka-bobs on the grill, sweet potato and pasta salad made it the best laundry day I ever had. The doggies were ready to play which entertained us almost as much as watching the Vikings whip up on Dallas. The weather was great after a rainy morning.

Today was a beautiful day and we are supposed to get several now. I went to a meeting of the Volunteers to plan the social calendar. Pot-luck next Monday. Perhaps a movie to follow. Honey got a walk and a bike run. Buster got a walk and in trouble. He smelled something good at the neighbor's and went looking. Not a dog lover on that side but he is checking out tomorrow. His wife already flew home to Montreal. He did speak and is fluent-sometimes they just don't talk. I hope I get a better neighbor. There are some good ones on my row. Tony said he was going to smoke a chicken. He did and brought me a half of a smoked chicken. It was fantastic! Very unusual and tasty. He pops in several times a day-not for long. The lady immediately to my left is still unhappy with the park but she offered me her picnic table (a long one) as her entertaining is over. She is a genealogist so we gabbed about that.

I played with my cameras-not like in taking pictures, but like sharpening my pencils. Cleaned lenses, changed or charged batteries, fixed a lens cover keeper. Nicole and Therese were happily doing their art together in Nicole's tent-house. Rene and Andre were riding the new bikes.