Bud went camping and trout fishing with a buddy for a few days. We shared the drama of list-making, packing, and lengthy instructions on all that needed attention while he was gone. In the spirit of a true imbecile, I prepared enough easy food for an army, all homemade of course. I never purchase quick foods. He left with an ice-chest stuffed with boiled eggs, sausage biscuitts, chicken salad, and pimento cheese spread, all the high-cholesterol joy a couple of guys could wish for. The guys left in high spirits.
While he was gone, I gardened, worked in the yard, wrote, went out to lunch a couple of times, and crocheted. I didn’t cook. I didn’t clean, till today. I didn’t shop for groceries. I wonder who had the best vacation?