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This weekend has been as nice as last weekend was rainy.
Last Saturday drove through pouring rain to Mukwonago for my son's first track meet. The meet was cancelled.
Rosella Metzger died Friday, aged 93 years. Outward appearances would indicate she was just a regular church-going grandma. She used to attend St. William's, and that's where I came to know her. I learned shortly before she moved to Ohio that she had recently been honored by the mayor for working 59 years.
In today's paper there's an article about an elderly gentleman still actively playing music at 101. Les Paul is still playing a couple nights a week, as far as I know, and he's just nine days older than Rosella was. But working for 59 years? Still incredible.
Just how bad is an economy where I can seriously consider dump dining? What kind of food is wasted yet still edible? Quite a lot, I'd expect, but I really wouldn't know.
How desperate am I for a meal when food at a dump tastes fresher and better than that I'd make for myself at home? Yesterday I had brats for breakfast and the annual Town of Merton Lunch at the Dump. For once, the best part wasn't that they were free, but that they were fresh. Hot off the grill and placed with kraut in buns made fresh that morning. Mmmmmmm, make mine a double.
Prom weekend is always a little spendy, especially when combined with Mother's Day. . . but she's worth it.
Both sons are attending North's prom tonight. Nick looked great in a black tux with black shirt, white vest and white tie. Men's Wearhouse took great care of him, even though he waited til last weekend to order it.
Jumped on the Twitter bandwagon. It's perfect for when I don't have anything to say or time to say it. Its 3 sentence blog in 140 characters
You'll feel so much better afterwards... and one pound lighter!
I love shopping at Char's Hallmark. There's a fair selection of cards, though in a different economy it has been better. It's extremely rare if I'm not pleasantly greeted at the door. (On occasion, I'll try to sneak in without the greeting just to see if I can.)
If I have time, I'll put a lot of thought into card shopping. I try to find the card that matches the gift or recipient's interests. Saturday I didn't have a lot of time, and didn't think my one year old niece would care which card I got her. I was on my way to Pick N Save for groceries, could have picked up a nice card there, but stopped at Hallmark anyway.
Was able to visit Titanic: The Artifact Exhibition before it closed. I was handed the boarding pass of 60 year old, 1st class passenger Colonel John Weir, who was travelling alone. My sister, the pass of a 3rd class 14 year old girl travelling with just her younger brother. The mystery wasn't why the children weren't with an adult, their father wasn't allowed to board due to an infection, but whether our people were saved. We'd find out at exhibit's end.
The exhibit was fairly spread out so crowds weren't a problem and, since we didn't get the audio tour, we could procede at our own pace. Many of the artifacts were those one wouldn't think would survive at the bottom of the Atlantic for 97 years: a white steward's jacket with name on it in marker, paper money and playing cards, leather articles. . .
I visited with my dad on Memorial Day. He has a new metal flag holder that looks really nice there next to his headstone.
I thought about attending Waukesha's parade, or the church service at St. Joseph's Cemetery, but if I can't find time to visit Dad on Memorial Day... He just happens to be in Oconomowoc.