Yesterday (Sunday) was order-in Pizza Day - It's tradition to order pizza on NASCAR's race days at Bristol, TN/VA. I remember the track when it was an unknown little track that was settled down among the foothills. One narrow two lane road was the only way in or out. Time does change everything. When I watch the race, I always feel a bit nostalgic.
Buddy, our expectant father, had to work so he was marked absent. Sarah and her parents came and visited for a little while. It was good to see Mike and Terry again. They are a wonderful, loving couple. Because Sarah is pretty uncomfortable these days they didn't stay long but we are so glad that they came. They took the piece of furniture that will be used in the nursery with them - it's a wardrobe that belonged to Harry's great aunt. It dates back to the 1800's.
The rest of the gang was here for the race and pizza. The boys asked when the next sleep over would be. We'll have to think about that later and coordinate with their parents. At least they didn't cry and sob as they left yesterday. They are looking forward to play day on Friday.
How could two old farts be so lucky. The only thing that could improve our gatherings is if Judy and her family could participate. But, alas, the commute from Phoenix is too far.
Monday is happening as I sit here writing about yesterday. Gotta get moving and try to accomplish something.