What is a really good Sunday? Laying around reading magazines in peace and quiet.
It was almost like that, but with Raf and Curt snoring.
The big event for the day: ribs at Jimmies with the Tres Dindon (Three Turkeys) crew who were crushing several different varieties of grapes all afternoon. Me? I just showed up for the food. I’m no Turkey.
But the meal was good, and I passed along some books for Jim and Suze, and got a really nice shirt in return — one that’s a wee too large for Jimmie. His bad luck, my good — it’s a shirt worthy of Tommy Bahama in quality.
So that’s it — just a quiet day. Guess I’d better start planning some more trips to keep the blog interesting.
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