usually my kids come for dinner on Sunday… a few times when we’ve had payday Chinese dinner on a Friday they haven’t…

early Sunday morning I dug out a chicken from the freezer and peeled potatoes, assuming they were coming, but wasn’t in touch with them…

just after noon I discovered that they wouldn’t be here but I carried on with making the roasted chicken and stuffing and mashed potatoes and gravy…

it was kind of lonely without them and very odd to eat this type of meal all on my own…

so, in the end we had leftover roast chicken and all the fixings for our dinner on Tuesday which worked out well as George and I both loved roast chicken…

been thinking about how hard the last few days have been, but really, they were no comparison to what we went through last year…

now that we have made it past the anniversary of George’s death, I am feeling a bit more relaxed and looking to enjoy what each day brings…

tonight I am enjoying the gift of blooms… usually this cactus only has one or two flowers…