The Daily Grind

What a day. We got a call last night from my Uncle James, of all people. He's my Dad's eldest brother and he lives in Jacksonville, Florida with his wife, my Aunt Rhonda. He was calling to say that he was in Jacksonville, North Carolina - less than an hour away! His company was doing some work (roofing) up here, working on some McDonald's and some Hess's gas stations. So, he came over for dinner tonight, as did my eldest brother, TJ. And I pulled out all of the stops in terms of dinner tonight. I must have spent five hours in the kitchen, cooking, cleaning, cooking, cleaning, cooking, and cleaning. I must have used every dish in the kitchen. Twice. But by the time I was done, I had oven-baked Parmesan pork-chops in a zesty marinara sauce, penne pasta with a creamy Alfredo sauce and extra cheese, fresh country-white bread, and a devil's food chocolate cake with homemade mocha frosting. That mocha frosting took the longest time to make! It was good, but it just took so long. But my feet feel great, so long as I don't put even the slightest bit of pressure on them. But that's twice this week that I've been told I'll make a good mother or a good wife, although neither are positions I'm very keen on at the moment. Tomorrow, after Rebecca gets out of school, we're going to head up to some camp ground - Meadoc something. Anyway, all I know is that it's somewhere above Raleigh, near Rocky Mount. We'll spend our memorial day weekend camping, although I would prefer to go somewhere coastal instead of the woods, again. Anyway, I'm beat.