Sunday?

It's hard to tell which day it is when you have a long weekend. It sure felt like a weekday to me after I spent 2 hours and an amount I would be happy to win in the lottery at the supermarket. I was out of everything: even onions, so you can imagine! And of course, the place was mobbed. Marty didn't believe me when I told him there was stuff I didn't buy, but it's true. Among the things I did buy were lobsters at $5.99/lb - a bargain too good to resist, even though they were 1-1/4 to 1-1/2 lbs. I bought four of them and steamed them all tonight. We ate two, with corn and home made coleslaw. The other two are Tuesday's dinner : my husband would rather eat cold lobster than anything. Tomorrow, I will try my son's sparerib recipe - the one he swears by. We will be home again. The weather here has been the most gorgeous Labor Day weekend I can remember: usually it gets cold and rainy and ruins the end of the summer. This is perfect weather. Nonetheless, I am keeping my friend Claire and all the other people fleeing N.O. ahead of the storm in my heart. I hope they all get to safe places. I have a pile of pieces that need to be stitched. And this one, which I printed tonight while listening to the hurricane reports. Lots of possibilities here but I'll deal with them tomorrow. P.S. Just in case your brain needs a little waking up - here's a little challenge my alter-ego Rayna from Dallas sent me. It takes an average of 5 tries to get it right. It took me 4. How'd you do?