Easter Sunday & Monday

It rained all day Saturday and I promised myself that the next time it rained….I would tackle these ridiculous/giant dandelions in the front flower beds…with stalks that are thicker than my thumb! So, first thing Sunday morning (4/9) I headed out with the pitch fork and managed to dig out 8 HUGE ones, then Michael came out and got 4 more that I couldn’t reach…and took everything around to the back and dumped them in the woods.

Around NOON we started getting ready for our guests and everyone showed up at 4 PM. The men immediately settled themselves in the TV room for THE MASTERS:

(George near the windows & Ken)

while the women had a good time talking in the kitchen:

-Susan

-Pam & Connie

-Ginny & Michael

-Anne & Pat

The food was excellent:

And everyone left by 7 PM and Michael got a chance to watch the end of the The Masters in peace :~).

I have to tell you about one gift we got….Pam was at our house for the first time and brought us a bottle…this was the card:

Can you guess what was in the bag??? I LOVED that card...so clever, but here’s how much further she went….I know I always call it ‘’champagne’’ in the blog, but it is really Asti Spumante that Michael and I drink with puffy things, so she made sure she brought exactly the same brand of Asti that we drink….what a thoughtful and perfect gift…when I saw the card…I assumed it was champagne…but Pam is much more clever than that!

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I left the house early on Monday (4/10) to head to Corinne’s for a lovely visit. She is a month out from knee replacement and is doing incredibly well!!! I’m pretty sure I was still miserable at that point in my recovery and didn’t want to see anyone, but she is planning to go on a short quilting retreat on Thursday!!!! We had a lovely visit, with never a pause in the conversation and I finally left after NOON. I had a few errands to do on the way home (including going to the laundra-mat which was an unexpectedly pleasant experience!), and was finally home just after 3 PM….beating my honey (who was out playing 9 holes of golf) by just half an hour. We talked for a bit, and then I finally finished reading SPARE, by Prince Harry. The book really rang true for me for many reasons….my own family relationships played a part in that feeling (as the youngest child), as well as a huge biography I just finished about Prince Charles, which validated many of the things Pince Harry said in the book. I was very glad when Prince Harry & Meghan moved away from England, and reading this book certainly supports that feeling. Apparently the British press (much like FOX ‘’news’’ as their owner has admitted) can print/say anything they like, whether it is true or not. And of course they want to print the most salacious made up stories, because those are what sells….regardless of how much it might hurt someone. Anyway, I finally made it to my studio around 5 PM and got to sew on a new project for a bit before having a reprise of Easter dinner and collapsing in front of the TV.

I thought this was totally appropriate for today...

*** Wife's diary:

Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.

Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong; He said, 'Nothing.’ I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.

On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too'.

When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep; I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.

Husband's Diary: A one-foot putt . . . who the hell misses a one-foot putt? ***