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| Saturday's Sunset |
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| Sunday Morning At 7:49 |
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| 7:53 |
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| 8:25 |
The sky is just beginning to lighten here in Kansas City. It’s 7:15, and I’ve been up in a quiet house for an hour. I’ve had my first cup of coffee and am about ready for a second. I don’t know what today will bring—maybe time with the great-grandchildren, but definitely the Bills game at 3:30. The temperature when I woke was 62°, but by tomorrow morning it will be in the teens. Winter weather is about to arrive. It's 9:00, and Mary and I are the only ones up.
Yesterday was a long day without the boys, though we made the most of it. We were in no hurry to get going, so I was the first up, followed by Mary, Tom, and Evie around 8:30. ç As we talked about the day and what we might do, the easy answer here in KC is always the same: head to Costco. So off we went at 10:00—the three of us—because Mary went to the gym for a workout, a good girl.
Costco is maybe 15–20 minutes away and is always crowded. We went with nothing in mind that we needed, but by the end of our excursion down countless aisles, we had a $500 Visa bill. How? I’m not sure. That’s why we should never go to Costco. When we returned, Marlena had just gotten up and volunteered to make breakfast/lunch, scrambled eggs, and toast. Perfect.
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| Creek |
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| Rock Path |
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| Tom's House From The Trail End |
It was a long, lazy afternoon. I read some, tried to nap, and the rest of the gang hung out, watched TV, and got a few things done, like the wash. Around 2::00, however, Tom and Mary, with Evie’s help, spent a good forty-five minutes taking down the Christmas tree and decorations and storing everything in the basement. While they worked, I went out to play and took a half-hour walk—a loop straight out their front door and back up their street. Most of it winds through the woods on trails, along a creek, with lots of ups and downs, until I reach the parking area where the trail begins for those who don’t live nearby.
I returned just as they were finishing, and Evie suggested I needed a haircut. So I put on my bathing suit, wet my hair, and Evie gave me a trim outside next to their pool. It was just warm enough to be outdoors—a toasty 66°. Once I was sheared, Tom and I availed ourselves of twenty minutes in the hot tub, letting the whirlpool massage our backs and legs. Afterward, I showered and got dressed in my pajama bottoms since Evie was doing the wash. By then, it was game time—the first NFL game of the day.
We watched it sporadically as we talked about the next couple of days and what we might do when my daughter Beth arrives for a short visit. By 5:00, we were enjoying wine and appetizers, courtesy of Mary. Earlier, we’d decided on an easy dinner: Mary heated the pasta and meatballs, Evie boiled the water, made the salad, and warmed the bread. For some reason, certain meals taste better a day or two later, and that was definitely true of the sauce and meatballs. We even have a few left for lunch.
We watched episodes four and five of the Taylor Swift documentary before Evie went to bed. Tom turned in early as well, fighting a cold. The three of us then watched Stranger Things. I’d never seen it before, had no idea what was going on, and went to bed around 9:15 to read—the end of a not-so-bad day.
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Evie and Tommy, Hawaii, 1969
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Below are Rhys and Evie at 20 months
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