Tuesday, June 15

In honor of a young man from our town who was killed last Friday while on duty in Iraq, we continued flying the flag today, and will do so until sundown Thursday.

We were up at 7 a.m. this morning, and I did a treadmill session and weights exercises after breakfast. After that, I got ready to go to an 11:30 a.m. lunch meeting of the visual arts committee at a local restaurant. Mother went with me.

Hubbie stayed home to bathe Shih Tzu and continue mowing the yard.

We arrived at the restaurant just before the appointed hour, but none of the other committee members were there. After waiting fifteen minutes, I called the arts council director. She apologized and said she be there soon. In the meantime, another member arrived, and we waited some more.

Finally, at noon, two others arrived, including the arts council director. We immediately proceeded to discuss with a restaurant staff member table arrangements for seating and for setting up two refreshment tables, as well as what room to use for a silent auction for the upcoming summer solstice event.

It was 1 p.m., before we ironed out the details and beckoned a waitress to come take our orders (I'm not sure why we couldn't have ordered first and then held the discussion while we ate). By this late hour, Mother was famished. She hadn't eaten since early this morning. We ordered and shared a club sandwich and a fruit cup.

We left shortly afterward, and arrived back home about 1:45. Mother stayed at our house and prepared a barbecued pork chop dish for the oven, while Hubbie and I ran a few errands...to a roadside vendor, where we bought tomatoes and a cantaloupe, to the newspaper office to pick up last week's editions, to another roadside vendor for yellow and zucchini squashes and blackberries, to the WDCS for a few groceries and miscellaneous items like the wedding photos, a dishpan for hand washing clothes, and a special pair of pliers for jewelry making. From there, we went to the bank, and to the gas station. Before coming home, we stopped by a barbecue restaurant to get a couple of pounds of pork barbecue to add to Hubbie's birthday lunch Thursday.

Back home, we relaxed for a while and read the back editions of the local newspaper, and then did this and that related to the Thursday party.

The barbecued pork chops, served with brown rice from yesterday, coleslaw, and slices of sourdough bread, was good. Mother went home after supper, and Hubbie and I settled in front of TV, as usual.