We sit down to write the blog thinking it's been a nothing-much week, and yet, as we list out the days, every one of them had an event (by Retirement Central standards, granted). S's winning streak at bingo continued on Monday (x 2!)--and on the way home we sampled the pulled pork at Pig Alley, as well as their entire offering of sides (including the unexpected corn salad), plus also their meringue-topped banana pudding. The baked beans are too sweet and the potato salad too mushy, but everything else, dee-lish. Another do-again!
Tuesday we had Phil and Karen from next door and Lynn and Hank (who rented B-A-R last winter for 6 weeks and had been pals with P & K) over for steaks. It was great for us to finally meet the latter, for S and Lynn have had an amiable ongoing e-mail relationship. The food (including Bobby Flay's Onion and Sage Gratin whomped up by S and Mrs. Lincoln's Pecan Pie baked by E) was good and the conversation lively--fun all around. And we learned an arresting factoid about Sunrise Beach: parts of it are built on land created by filling in a coastal dune lake! AIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYY! Ah, this community is progressive on so many counts . . .
The rest of the week included routine shopping and tai chi excursions, another visit from a Mediacom technician (this one with new ideas and strategies: fingers crossed), three-handed mahjongg with Joyce (Susan was waylaid at a doctor's office), many many many hands of Spite & Malice, the arrival of Shepherd Fairey's Obama HOPE poster (S keeps flashing back to the photos of JFK in her neighbors' homes when she was a kid and she is compelled to OBEY this yearning to emulate them), and voila:
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