My New Year’s resolution is to help all my friends gain ten pounds, so I look skinnier.
Today was amazing. We had our cup of coffee and then watched a new movie called “Midnight Sky.” This post-apocalyptic tale follows Augustine, a lonely scientist in the Arctic, as he races to stop Sully and her fellow astronauts from returning home to a mysterious global catastrophe.
Then, Mary got ambitious and said, “To the garden, slave!”. We worked out there for about two hours, pulling weeds, planting spinach, swiss chard, lettuce, and potatoes. Well, I did the work, and Mary sat in the lounge chair, eating bonbons. OK, the truth is Mary grabbed a shovel and hit the ground running. Mary does not mind either work or dirt, yeah! She is fun to work with! We played Dolly Pardon as we worked.
Mary said. “I know someone who was arrested, the next day, he was in his garden sitting on a haystack. He’d been let out on bale.” She followed that with, “I don’t buy flowers from monks. I like to do my bit to prevent florist friars.” I decided she had been in the sun too long!
Putting Mary to work, no retirement here!
I got out the Miracle Grow and took care of all the plants. The fertilizer went into the ground quite willingly as we had just pulled weeds and moved the mulch around.
We were quite happy with our effort. Another week of good weather, and we will be eating out of the garden for a couple of months.
We can be harvesting in a while!
Mary swept up and put the weeds into the trash. I inspected her work, and it was so much better than when I do it. She is hired!
The garden looks great after two hours of effort!
I texted Vicky, and she said, “Drop over, and we will visit.” Well, we both went over, and of course, I brought my new toy–the Fart Machine. We all giggled! We talked for probably 40 minutes before deciding it was time to eat! We kept our masks on as we wanted to protect Vicky and Del.
Visiting Vicky!
Mary wanted to make Egg Nog pancakes, so made the magic happen on the stove while I cut up what Mary harvested out of the yard into a fruit salad, set the table, and poured the champagne! Mary is getting comfortable in my kitchen, which is wonderful.
Of course, Scout was with us, and he was having a “bad day.” We may have to go to the pet store this afternoon.
The million-dollar smile is now on display! She was cooking up a storm. I was a little worried about the egg nog and the open flame, but we made it without incident!
Whipping up breakfast
Did I say we were listening to Dolly Parton? Yep, and Miss Mary was into the song as I captured her dancing! If you are faint of heart, skip the video below~
The dinner triangle was struck, and we raced to the table. We had champagne with figs fresh off the tree. The meal cannot begin without a “Robin Pose.”
“Time to eat, Paul put the camera down!”
I had the best seat in the house, across from Miss Mary. We called Robin and Colleen on the Bat Phone and chatted with them.
Mary at breakfast.
We departed about 2:00 PM for Mary’s, where we unpacked and headed for the hot tub, which is good from my poor old sore knee. After about 45 minutes of soaking in the heat, we got cleaned up and headed to Chino to go dancing.
We decided not to go out and eat (or rather pick-up), so Mary packed a picnic! She told me she eats like a bird! I had no idea!
Mary didn’t think that was funny. Why???
She made a salad, and we had soup plus a boggle of wine all packed into a blue picnic bag! The lady is amazing.
Dinner is being served!
Bob and I watched as the other went for the line dance. My New Years’ resolution is to get back into line dancing.
We needed our Christmas tree picture, and this is the best we could get as the lighting in the room was “interesting,” meaning it was lit by disco lights.
Looking good!
Perhaps putting a little vintage may make it look better! Of course, Mary looks good in all colors!
Vintage Mary & Paul
We danced and danced until almost 10:00 PM. Finally, we had to pack up and head home.
“Aw, I wanna stay and dance!”
We got home and watched a little TV before Mary crashed, and I headed home.
