Patsy called Friday night to thank us for her Girl Scout cookies that we didn’t need to send her. We ended up talking for an hour covering all the controversy in her life with respect to how Oprah Winfrey would handle it.
Kathy worked Saturday because of Nicole’s first communion Sunday. Danny, Nicole, and I tidied up the house, then dropped Nicole off for first communion practice at church.
Danny helped Mom in the yard, doing damage to any little plant that got in the way of him and his trowel. I helped put batteries in Dad’s primo-ultimate HP calculator. The instructions told him that he had 1 minute to swap batteries before he would risk loosing the client lists he has stored in memory.
“I can’t do anything in one minute,” Dad confessed.
Ted came over to work on a form for his DOT department on Mom’s Mac. Mom had several big calligraphy jobs to work on that she shouldn’t be doing because she has a full time job. She’s pretty tired. Patsy and I, among others, are worried about her.
Kathy and I went to Nancy and Ted’s house for dinner club. We had Shish Kabob that was very good. Kathy spent much of the time complaining to Frank about how I don’t help enough around the house.* I spent most of my time helping around the house, specifically, swapping Ted and Nancy’s green refrigerator for an off-white one in the garage.
Everyone liked Alice’s short hair, who later accused me of being uxorious. I don’t know whether or not she found this to be an admirable trait. Open to interpretation.
Ted showed the guys the new engine he put on his riding mower. Learned how to use a gear pull.
Ted and Nancy have inherited a cute little Sheltie that Kathy and I would both like to have. Maybe we can get one of her puppies.
Stephanie looked tired, but not as tired as she looked standing in line at Pharmore where I had bought Dad’s batteries earlier in the day. It’s strange how life’s threads tie us together.
*[BALDERDASH! The truth is, she set herself up with the big first communion brunch, trying to buy and cook everything in only 3 hours between work and the dinner party. Exactly how am I suppose to learn how to help cook in a pressure situation like that? It’s like when she tries to get dressed and brush her teeth at the same time. Would I ask her to help me program a routine in 3 hours? I cut up some Pineapple, helped tidy up, and made sure the kids got dinner. OK, so maybe I should take out the trash and help clean up more often that I do… But I sure don’t have time to take naps, watch Oprah, or go to the pool on weekdays! These are some of the thoughts I had at the end of the night, when I was not very uxorious.]
The first communion mass was great. I held my breath as Nicole improved a petition of prayer. I was afraid she might pray for her brother Danny who cries. Instead she offered a petition for the poor. Good job. Nicole got to wear a pretty white dress and a veil. I don’t remember my first communion, but then I didn’t get to wear a veil. She got presents from Mom and Dad; Tom and Jennette; Ted; Tommy; Carol and Bob and Eric; and Nancy, Ted, Shaun, and Brittany. She also got the very nice charm bracelet that Kathy had gotten for her own first communion.
Nicole enjoyed her first communion day. As he was leaving, Bob looked at all the presents and said to Nicole, “I bet you can’t wait until your second communion!”
The food was delicious. The cost dear.