Slept late, until about 8:15. After breakfast, I went to Mother's house to help her take a shower, and then put a load of laundry in the washer. Hubbie had been there earlier to assess an end table beside Mother's rocking chair...a couple of legs on it were wobbly. He decided to wait to repair it until after Mother was out of the shower and dressed.
In one of the table drawers, Mother found three handheld electronic games that she'd forgotten about. There's a solitaire card game, a hangman game, and a Scrabble game. She immediately began playing with the hangman game. I was surprised that the game's batteries are still okay.
Back home, I changed clothes and did stair stepping, weights, and resistance band exercises. It was nearly noon by the time I finished and got ready for the day.
After lunch, Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house. She wanted to come over, even though it was biting cold. Guess one day of staying home, and cabin fever had set in. We spent the afternoon going through another two binders of collected recipes. We now have a huge stack of discarded ones for the ladies of the family to go through, if they want to.
While we did this, Hubbie shopped for groceries for the weekend.
Later, for supper, I added barbecue sauce to leftover chicken...had to devise my own sauce, since there was none in the fridge or on the shelf. Wish I'd discovered this before Hubbie went to the store. We had the chicken with leftover macaroni and cheese, plus English peas for Mother, and butter beans for Hubbie and me.
Hubbie accompanied Mother back to her house afterward, and then Hubbie and I watched our favorite college basketball team play to a win...I'd recorded the game on DVR.
Followed that with a 2010 movie, "Frozen," in which three skiers are stranded on a ski lift and have to either stay put and possibly freeze to death, or take life- threatening risks in an effort to save themselves. A real nail-biter.
Sad news: today, 48-year-old Whitney Houston died. The details of her death are unknown at this time.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Friday, Feb. 10
Up at 6:30 to get ready to go to water aerobics. It was such a miserably rainy morning that I had to really talk myself into going. But once I was there and in the pool, I was glad I went. Others obviously gave into themselves, though, because there were only fourteen of us present. Like me, the others who attended decided to brave the weather today because predictions are for probable wintry weather on Monday.
Funny: the debate in the dressing room was whether or not to don underwear after swimming. A couple of us think since we are still damp after swimming, it's too much trouble trying to wriggle into undies, since we are just going home to hop into a shower. Opponents worry about being caught underwear-less should they be an accident on the way home. I, and like-minded swimmers, say that if we should be in an accident, medical personnel would probably remove our clothing at the hospital, anyway.
Back home, I downed a couple of cups of hot coffee to warm up, and then decided to start a pot of chicken simmering for a chicken soup lunch, before showering and getting ready for the day.
By 11:30, the chicken was done, and I was able to add noodles to the broth and finish the soup. I took a bowl of it to Mother, because Hubbie said that in visiting her earlier, she'd remarked that she wasn't up to par today, and I wanted to see what the problem was. She said she had tummy troubles and diarrhea, but she was feeling better.
At home, I didn't accomplish much during the afternoon...felt kind of sleepy and lazy (a reaction to the weather?). Around 4 p.m. I started supper, which was salmon loaf, macaroni and cheese, and English peas. Hubbie took a helping of the meal to Mother, because it was just too nasty of a day for her to come to our house.
While he was there, he picked up a grocery list for Mother. Later, after supper, he returned to her house to deliver some bread, cheese, and margarine from our supplies to tide her over until we get back to the grocery store.
Back home, he commented that Mother had somehow pushed a button on her TV remote that turned on the closed caption function, and neither he or she knew how to get rid of it. So I went over there and corrected that function, as well as the format function, which she'd also managed to accidentally push, which cropped the tops of everyone's heads.
At home again, I turned off the TV for an hour, and Hubbie and I read our novels. Turned the TV back on and watched one-hour shows until bedtime.
Funny: the debate in the dressing room was whether or not to don underwear after swimming. A couple of us think since we are still damp after swimming, it's too much trouble trying to wriggle into undies, since we are just going home to hop into a shower. Opponents worry about being caught underwear-less should they be an accident on the way home. I, and like-minded swimmers, say that if we should be in an accident, medical personnel would probably remove our clothing at the hospital, anyway.
Back home, I downed a couple of cups of hot coffee to warm up, and then decided to start a pot of chicken simmering for a chicken soup lunch, before showering and getting ready for the day.
By 11:30, the chicken was done, and I was able to add noodles to the broth and finish the soup. I took a bowl of it to Mother, because Hubbie said that in visiting her earlier, she'd remarked that she wasn't up to par today, and I wanted to see what the problem was. She said she had tummy troubles and diarrhea, but she was feeling better.
At home, I didn't accomplish much during the afternoon...felt kind of sleepy and lazy (a reaction to the weather?). Around 4 p.m. I started supper, which was salmon loaf, macaroni and cheese, and English peas. Hubbie took a helping of the meal to Mother, because it was just too nasty of a day for her to come to our house.
While he was there, he picked up a grocery list for Mother. Later, after supper, he returned to her house to deliver some bread, cheese, and margarine from our supplies to tide her over until we get back to the grocery store.
Back home, he commented that Mother had somehow pushed a button on her TV remote that turned on the closed caption function, and neither he or she knew how to get rid of it. So I went over there and corrected that function, as well as the format function, which she'd also managed to accidentally push, which cropped the tops of everyone's heads.
At home again, I turned off the TV for an hour, and Hubbie and I read our novels. Turned the TV back on and watched one-hour shows until bedtime.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Thursday, Feb. 9
Up around 7:30. After breakfast, I went to Mother's house to help her take a shower, and then put a load of laundry in the washer. Back home, I changed clothes and did a treadmill session and weights exercises.
Hubbie spent his morning at a Master Gardener meeting. I was finally ready for the day by the time he returned at 11:30.
After lunch, Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house, and she and I made another batch of strawberry preserves.
Afterward, she played word games on my e-reader, while Hubbie and I watched the pilot to a new series on TV that I'd recorded on DVR..."The River," which is a paranormal/horror/adventure about a woman and her son on a quest to locate her husband, Dr. Emmett Cole, who disappeared while on a trip to find magic in the uncharted Amazon. Right away, strange things begin happening.
Later, for supper, I fixed biscuits and gravy, with scrambled eggs, for lack of a better idea. Hubbie accompanied Mother to her house afterward.
At 7 p.m., we went to the college to hear a blues singer perform. The session was held in one of the lecture halls, which was a more intimate venue for the performance. As proof that it's a small world, this African-American performer competed last week in the same event at Memphis as the blues band my son performs with. In talking with the artist's wife, I learned that she is friends with one of women of the blues band.
Before we came back home, we stopped by a grocery store to pick up a can of crushed pineapple to add to the fruit I'm fermenting for friendship cakes.
Hubbie spent his morning at a Master Gardener meeting. I was finally ready for the day by the time he returned at 11:30.
After lunch, Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house, and she and I made another batch of strawberry preserves.
Afterward, she played word games on my e-reader, while Hubbie and I watched the pilot to a new series on TV that I'd recorded on DVR..."The River," which is a paranormal/horror/adventure about a woman and her son on a quest to locate her husband, Dr. Emmett Cole, who disappeared while on a trip to find magic in the uncharted Amazon. Right away, strange things begin happening.
Later, for supper, I fixed biscuits and gravy, with scrambled eggs, for lack of a better idea. Hubbie accompanied Mother to her house afterward.
At 7 p.m., we went to the college to hear a blues singer perform. The session was held in one of the lecture halls, which was a more intimate venue for the performance. As proof that it's a small world, this African-American performer competed last week in the same event at Memphis as the blues band my son performs with. In talking with the artist's wife, I learned that she is friends with one of women of the blues band.
Before we came back home, we stopped by a grocery store to pick up a can of crushed pineapple to add to the fruit I'm fermenting for friendship cakes.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Wednesday, Feb. 8
Up at 6:30 to get ready to go to water aerobics. It was a chilly morning, but not bad in fleece wear, a fleece hoodie, a jacket, hat, and gloves. The pool was pleasant, and I enjoyed swimming and aerobics. The morning turned breezy, though, so the walk back to the van was a bit chillier.
Back home, I downed a couple of mugs of hot coffee, and then luxuriated in a steamy shower. After that, I had thawed enough to get on with my day.
Around 10 a.m., Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house, where she and I sorted a three-ring binder of recipes we'd collected over the past several years. Our diets have changed, so many of the recipes are now of no use to us, because of salt, yellow dyes, etc. They are low-fat, though, so I'll let family go through them to see if there's anything they can use.
We didn't do much after that. Hubbie, who had cleaned and organized the silverware drawer while I was at aerobics, cleaned a catch-all drawer and then read his novel. Mother worked word games on my e-reader, and I played on my laptop.
A little after 4 p.m., I put leftover baked beans and potatoes in the oven, and later, Hubbie went to the WDCS to pick up a rotisserie chicken. I boiled corn-on-the-cob to add to this lazy-day meal.
Afterward, Hubbie accompanied Mother back to her house. At 7 p.m., Hubbie and I went to the college for a guest lecture...the speaker is the editor of an unusual magazine that features bits and pieces of everyday life in the form of lists, love notes, letters, etc.
Examples can be seen at www.foundmagazine.com. For instance, this note: "This is not a parking space. It is McDonald's drive-thru." Left under a windshield wiper.
Or, "Lost catupiller, 1 inch, If found Please return to first house 57012, Name Runnie Catupiller."
Or on a piece of an evaluation form: "6. Do you think God could be calling you to be a priest." Answer: "could be."
Or, "Dennis - there is a section in this book that is explanatory on why I am so upset and why I feel so deeply hurt. Please figure it out and tell me (those two words underlined). Hint: Chapter 8, page 181-211. Love, C."
Or, "Dear Pennsyvania Boy, I'm going to miss your bed. But I think I'll probably miss you a little more. (heart) Maine Girl."
A note that I found in a book bought at a book sale: "Eddie's medicine, 2 cans tom paste, tom sauce, 2 pkg spag. seasoning, ham meat/ immobilized to move - slow motion not sleeping-knee." Obviously a list to pick up a prescription, and groceries to make his favorite meal, plus an explanation of his malady.
We enjoyed the speaker, who read a stack of his favorite magazine entries, some of them absolutely hilarious as delivered by this stand-up comic.
Back home, we watched our favorite college basketball team get slaughtered by the opposition in a road game.
Back home, I downed a couple of mugs of hot coffee, and then luxuriated in a steamy shower. After that, I had thawed enough to get on with my day.
Around 10 a.m., Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house, where she and I sorted a three-ring binder of recipes we'd collected over the past several years. Our diets have changed, so many of the recipes are now of no use to us, because of salt, yellow dyes, etc. They are low-fat, though, so I'll let family go through them to see if there's anything they can use.
We didn't do much after that. Hubbie, who had cleaned and organized the silverware drawer while I was at aerobics, cleaned a catch-all drawer and then read his novel. Mother worked word games on my e-reader, and I played on my laptop.
A little after 4 p.m., I put leftover baked beans and potatoes in the oven, and later, Hubbie went to the WDCS to pick up a rotisserie chicken. I boiled corn-on-the-cob to add to this lazy-day meal.
Afterward, Hubbie accompanied Mother back to her house. At 7 p.m., Hubbie and I went to the college for a guest lecture...the speaker is the editor of an unusual magazine that features bits and pieces of everyday life in the form of lists, love notes, letters, etc.
Examples can be seen at www.foundmagazine.com. For instance, this note: "This is not a parking space. It is McDonald's drive-thru." Left under a windshield wiper.
Or, "Lost catupiller, 1 inch, If found Please return to first house 57012, Name Runnie Catupiller."
Or on a piece of an evaluation form: "6. Do you think God could be calling you to be a priest." Answer: "could be."
Or, "Dennis - there is a section in this book that is explanatory on why I am so upset and why I feel so deeply hurt. Please figure it out and tell me (those two words underlined). Hint: Chapter 8, page 181-211. Love, C."
Or, "Dear Pennsyvania Boy, I'm going to miss your bed. But I think I'll probably miss you a little more. (heart) Maine Girl."
A note that I found in a book bought at a book sale: "Eddie's medicine, 2 cans tom paste, tom sauce, 2 pkg spag. seasoning, ham meat/ immobilized to move - slow motion not sleeping-knee." Obviously a list to pick up a prescription, and groceries to make his favorite meal, plus an explanation of his malady.
We enjoyed the speaker, who read a stack of his favorite magazine entries, some of them absolutely hilarious as delivered by this stand-up comic.
Back home, we watched our favorite college basketball team get slaughtered by the opposition in a road game.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Tuesday, Feb. 7
Today is Son's birthday. Happy Birthday, Son!
Up around 7:30 this morning. After breakfast, I went to Mother's house to help her take a shower, and then put a load of laundry in her washer.
Back home, I changed into exercise clothes and did stair stepping, resistance bands, and weights exercises. As usual, it was nearly lunchtime by the time I was ready for the day.
After lunch, Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house, and we made a double batch of homemade tomato soup for supper. Then, I decided we needed to clean and organize the spice rack on the back of the pantry door, because I was tired of rummaging through every jar every time I wanted something. We took everything off the shelves, disposed of outdated spices, and organized the remaining jars in alphabetical order.
Funny: once we were ready to organize the spices, Mother asked, "What's the first letter?"
"A," I said.
"I know I'm losing it," she laughed, "but I still remember what the first letter of the alphabet is. I want to know what the first letter of the spices is!"
I handed her the Allspice.
When we'd finished that project, I set my e-reader to a word game for Mother to play, while Hubbie and I ran errands.
First, we went to the Literacy Council office, where I dropped off Level 2 books, and asked to have an illustrations book copied for my student. Then we went to the WDCS for a few grocery items; to the cable office to ask about mail and e-mail we'd received from them dealing with usage and spam e-mail, and found out I don't need to do anything about them...they will be automatically dealt with.
From there, we went to the newspaper office to drop off the word search puzzle contest (wish we'd picked up today's issue of the paper, since our delivery person failed to throw one today); then to the post office; and finally to a grocery store for free and on-sale food items (got a free dozen eggs, and a free package of frozen veggies, plus ten cans of sodium-free, name-brand, diced tomatoes for fifty-nine cents each, as well as other cents-off items).
After we loaded the groceries in the van, Hubbie decided to check the bags to make sure we had everything. He counted only seven of the ten cans of diced tomato. So he headed back to the store to see if we'd left a bag at the checkout.
As he walked away, I found the other three cans in another bag. I stepped out of the van and screeched like a banshee to get his attention. Everyone on the parking lot heard me. Except Hubbie. He kept right on walking. Wish he'd agree to a hearing test.
Back home, we relaxed until suppertime. Hubbie did the honors of making grilled cheese sandwiches to go with the delicious tomato soup. Hubbie accompanied Mother back to her house afterward.
At 6 p.m., I turned off the TV, and Hubbie and I cleaned a kitchen cabinet, put down fresh contact paper, and sorted the contents of the cabinet. Between the cabinet and the spice rack, we disposed of two grocery shopping bags of outdated stuff.
Back to TV, we watched the 2004 movie, "Man on Fire," starring Denzel Washington. A tormented former CIA operative with a mysterious past hires on in Mexico City to protect a nine-year-old girl. The girl is kidnapped. He responds with fury and violence. Very bloody.
Up around 7:30 this morning. After breakfast, I went to Mother's house to help her take a shower, and then put a load of laundry in her washer.
Back home, I changed into exercise clothes and did stair stepping, resistance bands, and weights exercises. As usual, it was nearly lunchtime by the time I was ready for the day.
After lunch, Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house, and we made a double batch of homemade tomato soup for supper. Then, I decided we needed to clean and organize the spice rack on the back of the pantry door, because I was tired of rummaging through every jar every time I wanted something. We took everything off the shelves, disposed of outdated spices, and organized the remaining jars in alphabetical order.
Funny: once we were ready to organize the spices, Mother asked, "What's the first letter?"
"A," I said.
"I know I'm losing it," she laughed, "but I still remember what the first letter of the alphabet is. I want to know what the first letter of the spices is!"
I handed her the Allspice.
When we'd finished that project, I set my e-reader to a word game for Mother to play, while Hubbie and I ran errands.
First, we went to the Literacy Council office, where I dropped off Level 2 books, and asked to have an illustrations book copied for my student. Then we went to the WDCS for a few grocery items; to the cable office to ask about mail and e-mail we'd received from them dealing with usage and spam e-mail, and found out I don't need to do anything about them...they will be automatically dealt with.
From there, we went to the newspaper office to drop off the word search puzzle contest (wish we'd picked up today's issue of the paper, since our delivery person failed to throw one today); then to the post office; and finally to a grocery store for free and on-sale food items (got a free dozen eggs, and a free package of frozen veggies, plus ten cans of sodium-free, name-brand, diced tomatoes for fifty-nine cents each, as well as other cents-off items).
After we loaded the groceries in the van, Hubbie decided to check the bags to make sure we had everything. He counted only seven of the ten cans of diced tomato. So he headed back to the store to see if we'd left a bag at the checkout.
As he walked away, I found the other three cans in another bag. I stepped out of the van and screeched like a banshee to get his attention. Everyone on the parking lot heard me. Except Hubbie. He kept right on walking. Wish he'd agree to a hearing test.
Back home, we relaxed until suppertime. Hubbie did the honors of making grilled cheese sandwiches to go with the delicious tomato soup. Hubbie accompanied Mother back to her house afterward.
At 6 p.m., I turned off the TV, and Hubbie and I cleaned a kitchen cabinet, put down fresh contact paper, and sorted the contents of the cabinet. Between the cabinet and the spice rack, we disposed of two grocery shopping bags of outdated stuff.
Back to TV, we watched the 2004 movie, "Man on Fire," starring Denzel Washington. A tormented former CIA operative with a mysterious past hires on in Mexico City to protect a nine-year-old girl. The girl is kidnapped. He responds with fury and violence. Very bloody.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Monday, Feb. 6
Up at 6:30 to get ready to go to water aerobics. Chilly morning, but the pool was nice and warm. I must have jinxed the lady who usually stands beside me, though, because she is out due to breaking something in her kitchen and cutting her arm.
Back home, once I was ready for the day, I went to the dentist's office for a routine cleaning. Hubbie opted to go with me and read his novel while he waited in the van for me, so we could go to an Italian restaurant for lunch.
Unfortunately, we forgot that the restaurant is closed on Mondays. So we settled for chili from a fast food restaurant.
At home again, I reviewed materials for a tutoring session with my Spanish student. In so doing, I discovered I needed another supplemental book to go with the ones I have for Level 3. I called the Literacy Council office to make sure someone would be there to give me the book, and then went by and picked it up.
Turned out I didn't need the book today, since it took most of the time allotted to finish administering an evaluation test to the student. She is still having trouble transforming statements into questions, using "which." During the remaining time, I drilled her on the transformation exercise. Before we begin Level 3, I will make sure she understands that lesson.
Since that is the only weakness she has, and we are going to address it, I presented her with a certificate of completion provided by the director of the Literacy Council. My student is the first to reach Level 3, so the director is very pleased.
The student was very excited to receive the certificate, and said her English-speaking husband will be very proud of her. I'm proud of her, too.
We spent fifteen minutes after class in conversation, so she could practice using English. She talked about her mother and father-in-law, both of whom she loves dearly. She also described several meals she prepared over the weekend. Her English is still halting, as she struggles for words, but she is improving all the time, and she loves to practice.
Back home, Hubbie had heated the leftovers from yesterday's meal, and we had supper at our usual 5 p.m. hour. Afterward, Hubbie accompanied Mother back to her house.
Then I turned off the TV, and we pursued our own activities. Hubbie read his novel until he nodded off; I copied reinforcing materials from the Level 2 ESL book to use with the student next week, submitted a monthly Literacy Council report, and then completed this week's word search puzzle contest.
Turned the TV back on, and we watched an episode of "Downton Abbey." A maid has been "ruined" by a returning soldier, who refuses to marry her after she has had a child. A soldier with a horribly disfigured face, who was supposed to have drowned on the Titanic, now claims to be heir to Downton Abbey. The wife of a manservant refuses to give him a divorce so he can marry one of the maids. Later, the wife is found dead. World War I ends.
It was a long day, as Mondays usually are, and when it was time for bed, I was ready to hit the sack.
Back home, once I was ready for the day, I went to the dentist's office for a routine cleaning. Hubbie opted to go with me and read his novel while he waited in the van for me, so we could go to an Italian restaurant for lunch.
Unfortunately, we forgot that the restaurant is closed on Mondays. So we settled for chili from a fast food restaurant.
At home again, I reviewed materials for a tutoring session with my Spanish student. In so doing, I discovered I needed another supplemental book to go with the ones I have for Level 3. I called the Literacy Council office to make sure someone would be there to give me the book, and then went by and picked it up.
Turned out I didn't need the book today, since it took most of the time allotted to finish administering an evaluation test to the student. She is still having trouble transforming statements into questions, using "which." During the remaining time, I drilled her on the transformation exercise. Before we begin Level 3, I will make sure she understands that lesson.
Since that is the only weakness she has, and we are going to address it, I presented her with a certificate of completion provided by the director of the Literacy Council. My student is the first to reach Level 3, so the director is very pleased.
The student was very excited to receive the certificate, and said her English-speaking husband will be very proud of her. I'm proud of her, too.
We spent fifteen minutes after class in conversation, so she could practice using English. She talked about her mother and father-in-law, both of whom she loves dearly. She also described several meals she prepared over the weekend. Her English is still halting, as she struggles for words, but she is improving all the time, and she loves to practice.
Back home, Hubbie had heated the leftovers from yesterday's meal, and we had supper at our usual 5 p.m. hour. Afterward, Hubbie accompanied Mother back to her house.
Then I turned off the TV, and we pursued our own activities. Hubbie read his novel until he nodded off; I copied reinforcing materials from the Level 2 ESL book to use with the student next week, submitted a monthly Literacy Council report, and then completed this week's word search puzzle contest.
Turned the TV back on, and we watched an episode of "Downton Abbey." A maid has been "ruined" by a returning soldier, who refuses to marry her after she has had a child. A soldier with a horribly disfigured face, who was supposed to have drowned on the Titanic, now claims to be heir to Downton Abbey. The wife of a manservant refuses to give him a divorce so he can marry one of the maids. Later, the wife is found dead. World War I ends.
It was a long day, as Mondays usually are, and when it was time for bed, I was ready to hit the sack.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Sunday, Feb. 5
Slept late again, until around 8 a.m. Skipped my exercises, as I usually do on Sundays. Around 10 a.m., Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house, and we prepared country ribs and Parmesan potatoes for the oven.
After that, we goofed off until time to put the ribs in the oven around 11:15 a.m. I'd marinated the meat overnight, and today I added barbecue sauce to them, put them in an oven bag and into the oven for about an hour, and then put the Parmesan potatoes in. Around 12:30, I heated the baked beans in the microwave. In the meantime, Mother made a recipe of coleslaw dressing and prepared the angel hair slaw, adding grated carrots and diced bell peppers.
We sat down to dinner around 1 p.m. The meal...our nod to Super Bowl Sunday...was really good, and there's enough left for tomorrow night's meal.
After lunch, we vegged some more...Hubbie watching TV, I on my laptop, and Mother playing word games on my e-reader. When she'd tired of the game, around 3 p.m., Hubbie accompanied her back to her house.
Hubbie and I continued watching TV (Law and Order episodes) until time for the Super Bowl at 5 p.m. Since we are not avid fans of professional football, we don't have favorite teams. So he rooted for the Patriots (mainly because a guy from our state is on the team, though not as a starter), and I cheered for the Giants (because they are from my birth state). Hubbie wondered if I'd like to bet on the game...$10,000?" he joked.
The commercials and the halftime show are half the draw to watching the Super Bowl, and the halftime show, starring Madonna, was pretty spectacular. As usual, I found some of them amusing, some of them ho-hum, and didn't get the point with some of them. A few of them delivered sober messages, reflecting our times.
It was a real hold-your-breath ending to a game that the Giants ultimately won.
Back to business as usual tomorrow. Even though I love water aerobics, I dread getting out in the cold weather tomorrow morning. Not particularly looking forward to a dental appointment later in the morning, either.
After that, we goofed off until time to put the ribs in the oven around 11:15 a.m. I'd marinated the meat overnight, and today I added barbecue sauce to them, put them in an oven bag and into the oven for about an hour, and then put the Parmesan potatoes in. Around 12:30, I heated the baked beans in the microwave. In the meantime, Mother made a recipe of coleslaw dressing and prepared the angel hair slaw, adding grated carrots and diced bell peppers.
We sat down to dinner around 1 p.m. The meal...our nod to Super Bowl Sunday...was really good, and there's enough left for tomorrow night's meal.
After lunch, we vegged some more...Hubbie watching TV, I on my laptop, and Mother playing word games on my e-reader. When she'd tired of the game, around 3 p.m., Hubbie accompanied her back to her house.
Hubbie and I continued watching TV (Law and Order episodes) until time for the Super Bowl at 5 p.m. Since we are not avid fans of professional football, we don't have favorite teams. So he rooted for the Patriots (mainly because a guy from our state is on the team, though not as a starter), and I cheered for the Giants (because they are from my birth state). Hubbie wondered if I'd like to bet on the game...$10,000?" he joked.
The commercials and the halftime show are half the draw to watching the Super Bowl, and the halftime show, starring Madonna, was pretty spectacular. As usual, I found some of them amusing, some of them ho-hum, and didn't get the point with some of them. A few of them delivered sober messages, reflecting our times.
It was a real hold-your-breath ending to a game that the Giants ultimately won.
Back to business as usual tomorrow. Even though I love water aerobics, I dread getting out in the cold weather tomorrow morning. Not particularly looking forward to a dental appointment later in the morning, either.
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