The trip to Johnston SC is going smoothly.
I've eaten VERY well, thanks.
I have played numerous games of Skipbo with mom and aunt...have kicked some Skipbo booty and had my Skipbo booty kicked, as well.
We have had heavy rains and now we have sunshine. It's cold, but the sun shines.
Went to church this morning. There were six people singing in the choir. The cantata had 34 members in the choir. Sigh. Lots of folks only volunteered for the cantata...some from other churches.
The six we had, however, had very nicely blended voices. They, plus the choir director -- who faced the congregation during hymns -- sounded very good.
We had lunch at the Persimmon Hill Country Club. Had more turkey and dressing, plus green beans (the ubiquitous southern vegetable of all seasons), sweet potato fries, a salad and a slice of Millionaire Pie.
My mom is off to a funeral service right now. Miss Emma Butler died Friday night at the age of 101. I did not know her, but folks around here have known her all "their" lives.
Tonight is the church Christmas party...mostly for the young'uns. Santa will hand each young'un a present at some point. They will serve finger food. I think I'll pass on that. We shall see.
Tomorrow, my Mom, my Aunt Doris and I will venture northward to Greenville SC for our annual trek to shopping mall, the city's main street sites and our annual tour of places were my folks and I lived in Greenville from 1957-1989. For me, it's four places. For my Mom, it's six places. All of them had memorable Christmases for me, and I shall be ruminating upon them this year.
Tuesday e'en, my Aunt Doris and Uncle Rock, cousin Debra and her hubby Rob (and maybe their 19-year-old daughter Becky) will come over for dinner. I spent yesterday slaving over a hot stove prepping my spaghetti sauce. I made two large pots of it. Half has been ladled into pint containers and put into my Mom's freezer for use in the new year.
I am enjoying this visit.