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Sunday, August 07, 2005

It was actually yesterday's dinner, but Mamazoo has all sort of stuff to do Sundays, so we had her over yesterday. E picked her up out in Elmira and brought her back here to give her the grand tour. We did the usual stuff we used to do when we'd visit from Ohio: hang out, play Scrabble and/or Yahtzee, and eat! No lumpia that night, though. We had some spaghetti with some Italian sausage and our favorite Bully Hill Love My Goat vino!

mo-other in law us at the lake cayuga lake

After dinner, we spent a bit of time at a park that's right on one end of Cayuga Lake. It's not like living near Lake Erie, but it's close enough, what with the water, the lake breeze, and the gulls that would walk right up to you. It was the replacement for the usual visit to Harris Hill in Elmira. There were even swing benches.

The wierdest thing was knowing that it wouldn't be six months before we'd get a chance to do this again with Mamazoo. This is going to be regular, maybe once or twice a month. I can tell you, the ladies were ecstatic, too. Mamazoo was beside herself with giddyness when she sat down at our table to hang out and play games.

The other side of it is that spending time with E's family or mine doesn't have to be such a choice anymore, or the time-crunched misadventure that it usually is. Yes, the drive to my folks is a little longer, but neither of our families are out of the way.

Of course, this begs the question: What's for tonight's "Sunday Dinner?" Maybe some lumpia.
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Dat-B said...

I'm glad things are working out for you.

Also nice job rockin the Donkey shirt. Gone, but not forgottten is our fallen hero; laments the Donkey staff.

Ms. Bizarro said...

I burned the pudding on this day, but Bizarro refuses to acknowledge that. It WAS scorched!

Don said...

Oh, please... it was homemade chocolatey goodness, and that was all that mattered :).