Up at 6:30 on this warm and windy morning to get ready to go to water aerobics. The weather was gorgeous for our state, but threatening for states north and east of us, with an incredible outbreak of tornadoes that wiped a whole town off the map, destroyed property in several states, and caused injury and death. It was a horrific day and night for so many people.
The wind, though warm, was so strong this morning that it was hard to walk, and it whipped my beach bag nearly out of my hand. The pool was warm enough, and I loved being in the water. This was the last day of aerobics until March 14, since the college will be closed for spring break until then. Eleven of us attended.
The only man in our group said he will not return for several weeks, because he's to have aortic valve replacement surgery on March 14. He's very worried about this surgery, though everything I've read about it indicates that it's a pretty straight forward surgery with a high success rate, unless the heart is compromised in some way, which might be the case with this man. We are all concerned for him.
Back home, once I was ready for the day, Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house, where she chopped dill pickles, diced boiled eggs, and cubed the cooked potatoes.
I fixed a lunch of leftovers, and afterward Hubbie and I ran errands...to the bank, to the bread store, to the health store, to the WDCS, to the gas station, and finally to the barbecue restaurant.
Back home around 2 p.m., Mother chopped onions, and then we put together three batches of potato salad...one without boiled eggs for Sis, one without salt and egg yolks for me, and a large regular batch for everyone else.
We relaxed the rest of the afternoon, and around 5 p.m. we went to the fish house for supper as part of Mother's birthday celebration. Fried catfish is one of her favorite meals.
Got a surprise as we left the house. The temperature had dropped sharply from the warm 80s to a chilly 58 degrees, with a very cold wind. We turned around and came back inside to grab warmer clothes. I changed to a fleece top and fleece hoodie, and Hubbie went to Mother's house to retrieve her coat.
The fish house was crowded with folks, even at this early supper hour, so it was a bit difficult for Mother to maneuver her walker between the chairs in this small restaurant that squeezes tables and chairs so close together that there's barely enough room between them for a person to walk.
Mother and Hubbie ordered fried catfish, with a baked potato for Mother, and French fries for Hubbie. I ordered grilled catfish and a baked potato. The meal came with slaw, beans, and hush puppies. I was unable to eat the beans the last time we visited this restaurant, because they were so salty that I thought they must have seasoned them with a block of salt lick. But tonight I tasted no salt in them at all.
Before our meal arrived, the power suddenly went off. The waitress said someone had hit a power pole and blew the transformer. Fortunately, it was still early enough in the evening that we were able to see our food by window light. After a while, the power came back on.
The waitress overheard us mention Mother's birthday, so after we'd eaten, she brought a choice from three dessert selections. Mother chose a pie with graham cracker crust, a layer of yellow cake, a layer of coconut pudding, and meringue topping. Hubbie helped her eat it, but I declined, since I knew it had yellow dye in it.
Back home, Hubbie accompanied Mother to her house, taking with him a small container of half of her baked potato, a serving of French fries (the waitress had brought them with my meal by mistake, instead of the baked potato I'd ordered) and the remainder of the hush puppies.
The TV was off when we got back, and we left it off while we spent time reading our novels. At 7 p.m., I turned the TV on. We must have been affected by the power outage, too, because all the TV functions were off. I got it all back on again, and we watched the 2010 movie, "Salt," starring Angelina Jolie. A CIA agent is forced to run when a defector accuses her of being a Russian spy. Action thriller.
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