Good morning. Happy Monday!
F-I-L got seriously confused on Friday and called asking why I hadn’t come over to plan Sunday’s trip to his hometown church. We reminded him that I never come over on Friday unless something’s wrong, and we would talk about Sunday’s trip on Saturday. When Mrs. ArGee and I arrived on Saturday he was fuming and wondering what he and his wife had done to deserve such punishment.
I think he finally got unconfused, but we didn’t make the trip yesterday. We had gotten M-I-L new shews to reduce the pain of her bunyons and we convinced them to let her feet have a week of rest before going to an 2-hour long Russian Orthodox service.
And now he’s back on wanting to drive. I think he wants to drive himself on that long trip. The thought of that gives me the willies. I wish B-I-L had come to get the car already, but he hasn’t. Oh, well.
After a 5 and a 6 at Wordle over the weekend, I’m back to 4.
Wordle 1,066 4/6*
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Five floofs for a Monday!
Good morning/afternoon. I hope you rested well last night.
I managed to get a three-hour nap, but since I was up at 0130, it’s not surprising.
And now, the clothes have been hung up to dry, and the rest of the day is mine.
I managed to find the genealogy in the catacombs of the Slave, but I’ll need to use it more often or it won’t stay unhidden for long. I have a bunch of entries to make on my FS’s dad’s side of his family, on his paternal side.
The maternal side was easy and was done quite a few years ago, being VERY lengthy, going into the French Royalty for several (ten) generations. The paternal side has only been found recently, and so far as I’ve chased it, an arm of it goes into Prussia and one into Bavaria. It probably explains why FS loves Germany so much!