Rainy Days and Monday-Nothing Hardly Ever Gets Done

Oh my goodness!  I never knew eggs could taste so good.  Saturday morning at the farmer's market I bought organic yard eggs.  The shells of the eggs range from antique white to deep brown.  For lunch today I scrambled up a couple of the eggs and I can't believe what really fresh, non stressed chicken produced eggs taste like. Just need some fresh tomatoes to add to the thrill of lunch. Wow, that's all I can say.  This makes me want to try the organic beef at the tent that was located next to the eggs. 

The sky is dark like night again.  This is about the third time today we have had thunder, lightning and rain out here at Rancho de Five.  So thankful that there has only been one big thunder boomer that made both Buddy and I jump.  The rain has been steady but not hard.  It is a blessing to be able to stay home today.  I wish I could say that I have gotten tons of things done.  Did knock out some Revelation homework.

Roy had a fabulous time at Feather Fest.  He uploaded his pictures last night.  He came home tired but really pleased by all he had learned.  One thing he learned, he doesn't want to be an exclusive bird photographer.  That's a good thing because he would have to upgrade his camera and purchase more expensive lenses.  He knows the way to my heart and brought me home two t-shirts.  We had already planned to maybe visit a church in Katy Sunday morning because he would be so tired and that would give him a little more time to sleep in.  Actually, we had another sabbatical Sunday.  We went out for an early lunch to beat all the church people and then went to Lowe's to pick up a few things.  Our Cedarnezar needs a coat of wood sealant and several recommended staining it before assembling.  We also needed to get some mulch for the new flower bed since it wasn't ready when Abel and his crew put out new mulch around the trees and flower beds. 

Last night I tried to make a dent into my magazine reading.  My focus was on getting through several issues of the New Yorker.  Yes, this Southern loving gal reads the New Yorker.  There was an excerpt of Robert Caro's next book on LBJ that focuses on the beginning of the transition of LBJ after the assassination of JFK.  The time frame is from the motorcade until Air Force One left Dallas.  Really interesting.  The other educational valued thing this weekend was watching about the Nazi filmed  version of the Titanic.  I never even knew they had planned to use this film they went all out producing to be used as propaganda like they felt Casablanca was being used.  By the time they finally got the film finished, it was very close to the end of the war for Germany and they realized this would not encourage the people but that the film would be seen as a metaphor for the downfall that was about to take place.

Tomorrow I'm looking forward to lunch with Laurie.  It has been awhile.  Good thing we had decided not to meet at the Nord since the Bistro is closed until sometime in May.