Monday, March 24, 2008
Easter Weekend
We spent Saturday afternoon recovering from our early run south and "rigors" of fishing. Laur is plugging along, and as you can see from this photo, is doing just fine.
Matt really had to work at it, but he eventually overcame the clever programming of his new modem and got it to work with his wireless router. In this photo, Laurie and I are happily surfing the net and even transferring photos from one computer to another (Apple makes that so easy!).
For dinner on Saturday night, we decided that the fish weren't ever going to be any fresher, so we battered and pan-fried them. They were lovely little white fish fillets, as you can see, and all ate some. We still have a few, and they would probably be delicious in a fish taco.
At church we ran into Rusty's mom and Trisha wanted a photo. I think the likeness to Hannah is remarkable (for our readers who can follow this thread without my using last names).
This was our Easter dinner, and it was doolicious. You can't beat ham and funeral potatoes anyway, and when one considers the addition of homemade rolls and a nice green salad, the meal was a real success. Of course we all ate extravagantly, but isn't that kind of a holiday thing?
We went for a walk in the neighborhood after our dinner and, of course, Bubby found the trappings of spring all around. I got her to pose by one of the hundreds of tulips we encountered on our way. The tulips are almost through in Dallas but they haven't yet started in Cedar City. That gives us something for which to look forward.
The dynamic duo are staying "classy" in their San Diego shirts. I can't believe that Booty is willing to twin (something I always felt was a little too "cue-aha" for me), but here is the evidence.
We had a lovely Easter Sunday, and hope that all of our readers did, too. Dallas is a beautiful community with lots of churches and lovely homes. I can see this being home, if a person had a job to keep him/her there.
Buboppy
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