Peanut butter pie and pool

Mary, Dan and Brittany came here for Memorial Day lunch in the dining room. We were having hamburgers, hotdogs, barbecued chicken and most of the traditional fixings.

Mary told Dan I was “tickled pink” that they were coming. It’s true. I’ve asked them before, but they had never come.

Mary wore her little camouflage head scarf. Not wanting to flaunt her nearly bald head before all the old folks, I guess. She doesn’t mind going to restaurants with me without head covering.

I think she was protecting me from questions later.

Dan thought the hotdogs were great and ate three. He likes his with everything on them. Mary just added coleslaw. Brittany chose chicken, having had hotdogs and hamburgers at a slumber party the night before (and no sleep, of course.)

We all thought the chocolate peanut butter pie was too sweet, but found that if you just ate the whipped cream and chocolate parts and left the peanut butter, it was really good. I have no idea why the peanut butter was so sweet.

After lunch, Dan and Brittany played pool – with Dan instructing as they went. Mary and I walked slowly from the dining room to the game room. Mary commented on how she used to have to wait for me and now I have to slow down for her. But it was ok. She made it.

Nothing profound. Just life shared for a few hours.

But precious to me.

I have realized that I must record these moments if I don’t want to lose them. My forgettery is working overtime these days so I will help my memory along.

Mary, Dan and Brittany came here for Memorial Day lunch in the dining room. We were having hamburgers, hotdogs, barbecued chicken and most of the traditional fixings.

Mary told Dan I was “tickled pink” that they were coming. It’s true. I’ve asked them before, but they had never come.

Mary wore her little camouflage head scarf. Not wanting to flaunt her nearly bald head before all the old folks, I guess. She doesn’t mind going to restaurants with me without head covering.

I think she was protecting me from questions later.

Dan thought the hotdogs were great and ate three. He likes his with everything on them. Mary just added coleslaw. Brittany chose chicken, having had hotdogs and hamburgers at a slumber party the night before (and no sleep, of course.)

We all thought the chocolate peanut butter pie was too sweet, but found that if you just ate the whipped cream and chocolate parts and left the peanut butter, it was really good. I have no idea why the peanut butter was so sweet.

After lunch, Dan and Brittany played pool – with Dan instructing as they went. Mary and I walked slowly from the dining room to the game room. Mary commented on how she used to have to wait for me and now I have to slow down for her. But it was ok. She made it.

Nothing profound. Just life shared for a few hours.

But precious to me.

I have realized that I must record these moments if I don’t want to lose them. My forgettery is working overtime these days so I will help my memory along.

Mary, Dan and Brittany came here for Memorial Day lunch in the dining room. We were having hamburgers, hotdogs, barbecued chicken and most of the traditional fixings.

Mary told Dan I was “tickled pink” that they were coming. It’s true. I’ve asked them before, but they had never come.

Mary wore her little camouflage head scarf. Not wanting to flaunt her nearly bald head before all the old folks, I guess. She doesn’t mind going to restaurants with me without head covering.

I think she was protecting me from questions later.

Dan thought the hotdogs were great and ate three. He likes his with everything on them. Mary just added coleslaw. Brittany chose chicken, having had hotdogs and hamburgers at a slumber party the night before (and no sleep, of course.)

We all thought the chocolate peanut butter pie was too sweet, but found that if you just ate the whipped cream and chocolate parts and left the peanut butter, it was really good. I have no idea why the peanut butter was so sweet.

After lunch, Dan and Brittany played pool – with Dan instructing as they went. Mary and I walked slowly from the dining room to the game room. Mary commented on how she used to have to wait for me and now I have to slow down for her. But it was ok. She made it.

Nothing profound. Just life shared for a few hours.

But precious to me.

I have realized that I must record these moments if I don’t want to lose them. My forgettery is working overtime these days so I will help my memory along.