Holiday Weekend...Part 2

Sorry that the first post was not a real post.  I was truly tired.  I am still tired but just can't seem to get to sleep.  So I gave in after a couple hours of at least resting to write this post.

Yesterday was a regular visitors day here.  First, the Princess and Gunner showed up around 8am.  After driving Chewlee to school, the Princess came here rather than to her empty house.  I was in the kitchen, preparing my soup, when she and Gunner came in.  Since I couldn't see the front door, the sound of a door opening made me think the Beast had gotten up.  But, when I didn't hear Baron's click-click on the floor, I looked around the fridge and spotted her holding Gunner in the little hall between my computer room and the guest room.  She laughed because she said she had just whispered to Gunner that she didn't think Grandma knew they were there.

We sat and talked after I had made some toast for Gunner and refilled his bottle with some milk.  While we chatted about this and that, some of it doing with the closing on the two houses (they will be closing on their current house next week), I broke off small pieces of the toast to give to Gunner.  Gunner kept walking between me, the front door to look outside and his mother.  The Princess finally turned on cartoons for him after the Beast woke up and joined us.  She hadn't wanted to turn the TV on until he got up.  

We talked about the new house (which they most likely won't be closing on for two weeks AFTER they close on the new house due to the loan company's agent's stupidity (it's the only word that jumps to mind).  She *forgot* that they needed a piece of information that would take 5-10 days to receive since it could not be faxed (IRS information).  Then we talked colors that she kept changing her mind on but would have to decide on in order to take advantage of a 30% discount that will be upcoming on the paint.  

She was disappointed that my soup was not even close to being ready to be eaten but I just laughed.  You can't rush split pea soup so that it's done in just an hour or so.  After she left to go to Walmart because Jonathan texted her about something he wanted her to get for him, I called my sister, Cee, to invite her to lunch and what was on the menu.  A little later, the Beast went to buy some Italian bread and sandwich bread since we were almost out of it.  He wanted to make some steak sandwiches for our dinner and that required bread.  Don't be impressed by the idea of steak sandwiches.  I got a bit excited until he said, *I mean Steak-um sandwiches*.  I usually fry up a bit of onion to make those more tasty to me but he likes them just as they are.  Ick!  

So Cee shows up around noon as we planned and the soup was hot and ready.  I had been tasting it as it cooked up but I was actually disappointed with it when we ate it because the baby carrots I had used in it made it taste a bit on the sweet side.  I won't be lazy again.  Next time I use regular carrots.  They may be a bit more difficult to cut up but the taste is better for my soup.  I make it the way my mom did and my family is used to that taste.  My sister, Bee, told me that she had done the same thing once and she felt the same way about the taste.  It was and is edible but just not as good.

After a couple hours, Cee left to do some grocery shopping on her way home.  I tidied up a bit, put the already cut up but uneaten pieces of Italian bread into the bread wrapper and headed for my computer room.  About an hour later, I hear someone out in the living room and...more company.  This time it's Cee's daughter, Tara.  I had posted on FB that I was inviting her mother over for lunch and that I was serving split pea soup.  She was disappointed that her mother had already left but she really came over to have some soup.  No big surprise there because Tara loves split pea soup.  She found the already cut pieces of Italian bread so she grabbed one of them and buttered it while I heated her up a bowl.

We sat and visited while she ate and we joked around a bit before she headed home.  I went back to my computer and played a few more rounds of my game before I took my nap (around what is most people's dinner time).  The Beast had already taken his nap so he was up just watching TV.  I ate when I woke up from my nap but had some more soup rather than the sandwich that the Beast had made for himself earlier.

It turns out that the Beast will not be taking Baron with him to his cousin Butch's house.  Butch is so weak and has lost so much weight that Baron's little nudges that he does (and Butch knows them from previous times around Baron) when he wants to be petted, would be enough to knock him over.  It's all due to the chemotherapy or the radiation (not sure which he is getting right now) treatment in an attempt to slow down the progress of his cancer.  I gather that he wasn't given a whole lot of hope on that but Butch wanted to go ahead and try.

So it will be me and Baron here and, eventually, the kids will move their RV next door.  They will be in place before the Beast gets back.  I just hope the placement meets with his approval.  It's not like they are going to be there more than a few weeks but, with the Beast, you just never know.  He can be such a PITA sometimes.  (That means Pain-in-the-azz, if you don't know!).

Well, time to close.  I am so damn tired right now that I think I may just fall asleep finally.  Love you all.  Please be careful this holiday weekend.  It's always the worse for accidents and fatalities of any holiday.  ***Hugs***