Food seems to pour our of our house at this time of year. It’s a wonderful giving, but takes a little planning. I think I have 5 instances this week where I need to remember to bring an item of food with me when I walk out of the house. That’s why I whispered to myself, “Don’t forget the oranges!” as I headed to church this morning. They made it.
We sang happy birthday to Dad on the way to church. Dad beat us to the punch by singing happy birthday to himself first.
It’s not only my wonderful father’s bday, but the 3rd Sunday in Advent. For the life of me, I can’t figure out what verb we’re in. I’ve waited and prepared.
The fellowship hall was full of wonderful treats- chili, crackers, quiches, cookies, oranges! We filled up in a pre-lunch extravaganza. We dropped Wayne off at D&D and headed to swim. It’s been awhile since we’ve been in the pool. Laura was very tentative and clung to me most of the time (this is a change from my adventurous one). Sara really wants to swim on her own. I need to figure out lessons in the new year. We had the whole pool to ourselves. We never go during this time. I got the kids to shower and avoided baths tonight after D&D when we’re tired and prepping for work.
By 2pm, we were ready for real lunch. We strolled the 10 feet to the market and dined on Veraci pizza, limonada, and Dante’s sausage. I wasn’t so taken with the sausage. The bread was nice and toasted, but the taste was different from what I expected from a sausage. Still good enough for filling stomachs. Sara was flabbergasted that we didn’t have a place to sit down. I’ll give her that it was very cold. We finished our street food in the van with partial warmth.