Shades Of Gray

8:08

It's almost 8:00 and I skipped kayaking because of the wind and waves and the lack of interest on my part.  And I was not up until 7:20, having slept in.  It's 27º, the snow in the front yard melting, the trees shivering, the lake choppy.

Winter Sky At CI

Sunday, a day of rest for the most part, as we were going out for Sunday dinner at a friend's house.  As a result, we did not spend much of the day in the kitchen, prepping or baking or cooking, a day off for Evie. We took our time in the morning, not hurrying with the blog or coffee or kayaking.  By 11:00, however, we bundled up and drove to the Chautauqua Institution for our Sunday constitutional.  We walked for over an hour on a brisk, bracing morning.  It felt good, as always, to be out in the cold air, getting in some physical activity as well as enjoying the view of the lake and Victorian streets.  We browsed the bookstore, the only patrons, before heading home.

Thunder Bridge

Chautauqua's Atheneum Hotel

Of course, I was looking forward to getting home, for our Sunday breakfast and the Cleveland Browns game, on TV because the Bills were not playing until Monday night.  Evie fried up some bacon, eggs, toasted wheat bread and we were both happy.  I watched the first half of the game, ignored the disgusting second half, finding out finally that the Browns won because of a high school friend's Facebook post.  I am still working my way through my book,  Troubled Blood, hoping to finish it in the next couple of days.  It's good for helping me nap.  

Dinner At Wendy's

We left for our friend Wendy's home at 5:30 and it was fun to spend Sunday night with her.  Dinner, a Thai curry, was simmering on the stove and we settled in the living room, with brie, crackers, and a glass of wine to catch up on the Thanksgiving holidays.  She, like us, was unable to enjoy it with her Virginia family.  Dinner was great, the curry along with salad and rolls, with Perry's peppermint ice cream for dessert, much better than Wegman's by the way.  We sat around the table until 8:30, talking about the good old days, college, child-rearing, and 15 years of ministering at various local churches for Wendy.  It was a perfect way to start the week, dinner with a good friend.  When we returned home, we watched some of the Kansas City Chiefs football, or rather I did, before going up to bed.