The alarm went off at 7:00 am, and we popped out of bed and headed to the showers to get ready for the gym workout. With help from the Silver Fox landing in the parking lot, we arrived with rubber-created smoke trailing us. We mounted the stationary bikes and went down the mechanical road. Next week, I am going to add a little rubber horn to my handlebars to warn people entering the gym to watch out. That way, I won’t have to scream at them to get out of the way.
Honk Honk!
After a workout that left our muscles screaming louder than a toddler denying nap time, we decided to reward ourselves at The Original Pancake House in Orange on Chapman. Because nothing says, “I’ve just tortured myself at the gym,” like a stack of pancakes that could double as frisbees. We walked in, hoping for a miracle cure for our sore muscles, and if that didn’t work, at least a side of bacon to lift our spirits!
We split a ridiculously gigantic vegetarian omelet almost the size of a 55-gallon drum! At that point, it should have come with a side of construction equipment and a warning label: “Caution: May cause extreme egg-splosion!” Seriously, I half expected it to have its own zip code!
Yummy, and we took a third of it home with us.
We divided the omelet into thirds: one for Mary, one for Paul, and one for tomorrow morning’s breakfast!
How do you make an omelet laugh? Tell it a yolk!
The omlete was humungus!
When we arrived home after picking up some meds from the local CVS, we visited the garden and made a list of things to do. We also checked to see if anything needed to be covered up, as there is a 50% chance of rain in the next few days!
I came inside and spent another 45 minutes working on the Starlighters Dance Club website, recreating the fun of the evening on the club website.
He sits right by the kitchen window; I call him a “Peeping Tom.”
Mary did some minor trimming, trying to beat the rain this week. She figured they’d audition for a role in a jungle movie if she didn’t trim the bushes. Meanwhile, she couldn’t help but think that if plants could talk, they’d beg her for a haircut instead of drooping in the rain.
Mary is busy trimming the hanging plants.
The cleaning staff arrived at about 1:30 p.m., and we hurried upstairs to “The Loft.” Mary required me to show her my green card and passport before I could go up the stairs.
I challenged her with a photo of many trees on either side of a country road in the fall. Without hesitation, she got out her lightbox and traced the picture; it was challenging to recreate. She is tenacious.
She is busy in The Loft tracing an image.
This was a challenge! It’s like trying to convince a cat to take a bath—it’s messy, a little dramatic, and definitely involves a lot of fur!
Her tracing activity helped!
About halfway through, it was taking shape. At 4:45 p.m., it got dark, so I got some light to assist her. The light has several shades, including 6000 Kelvin pure daylight!
It was now dinner time! We had two beautiful steaks!
There are indeed beauties.
Add a little salt and pepper and some added flavors, and let them sit!
My Oh My, steak for dinner!
Listen to the beautiful music!
After dinner, Mary had a revelation: we were in dire need of additional nourishment. What was she thinking? A salad? No! Cinnamon rolls! Because nothing says “I’m a responsible adult” quite like polishing off a meal with a sugar bomb. Who needs vitamins when you can have dough smothered in frosting? We might as well have been training for the Olympic event of “Cinnamon Roll Consumption.” I could practically hear the theme music as she launched into the kitchen, Olympic dreams in her eyes and powdered sugar clouds following her. It’s time to roll our way into dessert greatness!
Dessert is on the way!
We called Jeff and he was ready to receive. We used our key to enter his house so he did not have to get up!
We took cinnamon rolls over to Jeff this evening.
After dinner, we examined the latest artwork, and Mary decided to make some slight changes.
The picture is 95% complete.
I decided it was time to be framed!!
Time to be framed!!
We hit the sack early as I have to be at the doctor’s office at 6:00 am for testing before the procedure next week!
