Tuckered
There is a tuckered older one on Stauffer Avenue this afternoon. Since the first of Feb., the last time we had stocked up on groceries, the pantry in the basement was whimpering. I suggested to Dennis that a son-in-law might like to ride with. That didn’t go over at all.
Today, Dennis and I had one of our famous road dates. I was not asked to leave Sam’s with my additional baggage, so we completed our grocery list. Dennis on an electrical cart and me right behind him as I pushed a cart for stability. It felt wonderful to get home. We were both tuckered.
I will give an update on the pancakes that were planned for supper last night. No pancakes were sacrificed to the floor. We had three pans and each pan had a small offering as I wasn’t sure about the flipping. It tasted as it was intended . . . a treat.
Nough for today, my chair is beckoning. Life is good when embraced just beyond what you think is doable.