Good Day so Far!
I'm not sure where this blog post is doing to wonder/wander as I'm sitting here with my third rum&coke of the day and it's not even six yet. I am very relaxed, though. This can't be a bad thing, really.
Started a fire about 2 and fixed Van and I a nice pot of white bean and ham soup, with cheese and bread and a apple and berry pie for desert. The soup and pie cooked over said fire; the bread wasn't done when we got hungry so we can have that tomorrow. This is sorta Van's birthday weekend; well, not sorta, it is. I am hanging out with him because I know it's a hard one, turning 60 on Monday. He did not want to go to the Shire moot, though. Just wanted a day around the house. He's just a bit freaked out he made it this far! Thus I bought him lots of beer. hehe. Beer is soothing. Foamy. mmmm.
Tomorrow is a fighting afternoon. Then I'm coming home to eat a meal with him, Isaiah and Emily. Steaks, his favorite. Monday, the actual birthday, is rapier fighting so whatever meal will be light and cooked by people we don't know.
All good.
I'm in a pensive mood. And, laughing at self, I just deleted the most depressingly pity-party post I think I ever pounded out on this keyboard. Shesh! Lighten up, Me! And go take a nap.