Today is the 4th Tuesday and the lunch at Grace Café in the Grace Episcopal Church. Yes, there is a lot of butter on those potatoes. I could not finish all this, so brought it home for an encore this afternoon. Okay, I confess: I had two pieces of cake as I waited since I arrived very early. Red Velvet Cake is irresistible.
The visit during lunch with my author-friend, Fred, was a catchup session. I had to avoid a soul-sucking woman acquaintance since she does not know how to make small-talk and monopolizes all conversation with tales of past abuse. My friend Jean was funny as usual.
I collected scraps from plates and brought home a plate with two inches of the same thing I ate. People clearing the tables figured out what I was doing and brought plates to me. That was thoughtful of them. There are about six church crews to do all the jobs. One group buses the tables. Another brings more tea around. Of course, there was music from guitars while we ate.
Thelma loved their meal I brought. Patsy Cline just fretted to escape the pen. As long as I watched, she tried to get through the fence. I needed a nap, so they did not get out in the rain and cold today. I only brought one roll in their plate since I don't like their eating too much white bread. Half their plate was green beans, something they love.
It has been very cold and wet here, inside and out! Tomorrow, snow is forecast, just a dusting. Who knows?--could be six inches.
The grasshopper is catatonic and still on the curtain. I forgot to take him to visit the hens.
My life is just so exciting--on the edge of your seat, nail-biting, heart-racing exhilarating.
Are you getting wet stuff or solid white stuff now? Have you had a pre-Thanksgiving meal that is a forerunner of what's to come on Thursday?