AAM Monday LIttle Time for Fun

I'm sorry to have missed my time on my blog but lately I have been trying to tidy up the final threads on some volunteer work.  Between that and the stress of a few family and friend issues, it has not been the August I had hoped it would be. I didn't retire for this, but as with most things, they resolve in the end. Resolution just hasn't just come yet, I'm afraid.

We did get to go to the Washington DC Congressional Cemetery 'Goat Festival' as I call it. Goats are brought in by a volunteer org (No not mine!) and they happily munch away doing major cleanup of the cemetery grounds for free.  Unfortunately, neither of us had time to go watch them until the next to the last day when the grounds looked pretty darn good.

looking in as we arrive - no goats visible

lots of dog walkers and families - We all follow the Goat Signs

A few of the more recent tombstones caught our eye. This one was very poignant.

"They gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one."

It was a hot and oh so humid morning but we traipsed to the cemetery edge and say the goats happily eating away outside the main grounds.

A beautiful allee of trees.

Hot, sweaty as from an aerobics class, we slooowly trudged back to our...blessed car and air/conditioning.  Next year, I want to go earlier in the week of munching which I seriously wish were in October not August.

Now I just hope to have August be the quiet month I had anticipated. Starting next week perhaps???

Back to the Trough

We each had a long day elsewhere, and by the time we each got home it was nearly 4pm. No dinner was simmering away - not even the dreaded cream of mushroom crockpot stews. Both of us had been outside for a period of time and I had finished up my day by shopping at Target. I got Purple stuff! Now I just had to try it all on and make my mind up on what to keep and what to return. He felt he needed a new shower curtain with weights on the bottom.

Ok, back to Target. I return my returns and he got to look through the shower curtains and see that there was nary a one with weights. A discussion of a modification of his bathroom with tile and a glass door followed as I hoped it would. To be continued if I can make the closing arguments.

With a fractured week ahead, I said...Back to the Cheesecake Factory. Caramel Chicken for me.

I am always pleased with what I have and the servers couldn't be nicer. How about this massive serving of meatloaf.


He thinks the servers are all underage (!) but I know what youth looks like.It's just that we no longer have it! It's all a trade off, and I'm content and have lunch leftovers - even half a slice of pumpkin cheesecake. We each had a very good day and a yummy dinner of choice. Tomorrow I cook.