Memorial Day anniversary.

Sunday was a day of worship.  We had made plans to go to a Bavarian Restaurant with Tom and Melanie Tabor.  They arrived around 1 and drove because they wanted to go to Sam’s to buy some items for their house.  They were impressed with the décor and the food.  We walked them around the rooms that had all of the taxidermy and figurines.  We all shared meals but had plenty to eat.  The owner came to our table to visit for a short time.  The waiter is very good and professional.  I think he may remember us by the time we use our coupons for dinners.  We went to Sam’s club for their shopping needs and even bought some muffins for Evelyn’s hosting of the Bible study on Thursday.  We also bought some candy and a huge bag of peanuts for our future baseball games.  We returned here for some wine and conversation.  They are really nice people.  He is a retired Physician Assistant and she is a home economics teacher at a high school in Swain County.  After they left we had our popcorn and some candy.  We watched some more movies and went to bed.

Monday was Memorial Day and our 52nd anniversary.  I had thought Evelyn wanted to go somewhere, but she decided against what we thought we would do.  The plan was 78 miles away.  Instead we went to exercise and spent the rest of the day at home.  I did get to watch the Cubs break a 12 game losing streak.  When the game ended, we went to walk around Lake Junaluska.  Evelyn was not convinced she could make it all the way.  We stopped to rest about half way, but she did make it.  Doris, our neighbor, invited us to have a piece of strawberry pie.  We did enjoy it very  much.  We came back home and watched a movie that I had recorded on our DVR.  There were 2 incidents of note today.  The first was that we had planned to go to a Memorial Day observance at an orchard on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  I think there was a big celebration planned, but the distance caused Evelyn to think it was too far.  The other was that ,while I was watering the plants in front of the house, our neighbor, Jim Rogers, who had forwarded me some pornography a few years ago, came toward me while walking his dog.  When he saw me, he turned back and went toward his house.  I had planned to say something nice but didn’t have the chance.  I don’t know if he will ever have the nerve to apologize and confess.  He needs to know God forgives him but will likely not hear that from me.