This morning, we reviewed our calendar packed with activities for the next six weeks. Sometimes, there is a 30-minute window between event #1 and event #2, which gives us time to breathe.
I often think of Aunt Opal’s little house in Paramount as Thanksgiving approaches. This image is from 1949, 75 years ago, and we are getting ready to celebrate. Claudia and I are probably napping, giving our parents some well-deserved peace.
Uncle Jimmy, Paul Sr., Mom, Opal, Claude, Edith, and Cousin Kat.
We worked in the yard for a while, and I attacked the berries, trimming them back to no more than three feet in height. After an hour, I still had a lot of cutting to do! But done correctly, more and more berries will appear over the years,
I made a huge mess!
Scout assumes the position to watch the entire yard from his perch!
Scout supervises.
I was tired and had enough of the berries pricking my poor hands!
It is getting dark, and it is not quite 5:00 pm.
We still have some summer veggies in the garden, so Mary picked the mild peppers and sauteed them for a delectable side dish! She had her hoodie on from going outside and harvesting.
Into the pan, they go!
They were cooked to perfection, so delicious that even the dishes were trying to sneak a bite! They disappeared faster than socks in a dryer!
Mary picked a batch of peppers.
It’s getting cold outside these days, so we lit the fireplace, which adds a romantic touch to the house and provides heat!
We had a lovely romantic fire going.
I set the table and cooked two beautiful filet mignons. I topped the steak with peppers, and we dove in headfirst. Eating at home is worth the effort!
Dine to dine!
We had a wonderful dinner. We cleaned up and headed to bed at 8:00 pm because the alarm will sound tomorrow at 5:00 am, and we are off to Sylmar for a tour of the Nethercutt Museum!
