It was a long hiatus, I know.  It was a rough week.  There were some good times, however.

We learned from employees at the Pig n Steak that my grandfather, shortly before he stopped driving (about a year ago, IIRC), ran his car through that fine establishment's double glass doors.  (They open into the banquet room, which is where we had the post-funeral party.)  No one was injured, and apparently he got out of the car, leaving it in the doorway and the keys in the ignition, went in, and ordered his usual.  One of the waitresses ran out, backed the car up, and turned it off.  He didn't want anyone to know, so he paid for new doors and swore the employees to secrecy (Note:  He later told my parents, TRgirl, and Goose.)   Stephanie had noticed the damage to the front end and asked him about it.  His answer?  "Bobby must've done it."

On Wednesday, the four siblings plus one (Hi Randy!  Happy Belated Birthday!) went out for Mexican food.  (Note that this may not have been the wisest plan, as we were all sleeping in the basement together.)  We took Mom's Explorer, because it has the third seat, useful for putting Goose in.   Bud drove.  When the waitress came to take our drink order, Bud looked at her and said, "I'll have a Jose Cuervo," which got him strange looks from Randy, TRgirl, and me.   What he meant to order:  a Corona.  Tequila, beer, what's the difference?

Yes, the five of us slept in the basement.  TRgirl and Randy on the sofa bed, me on an air mattress, Goose on the futons, and Bud on a cot.  This prompted both our parents to say, on many occasions, "It looks like a barracks down there!" or  "Have you seen downstairs?  It looks like a barracks!" and any other variation on that you could possibly think of.  Please note, that if it were an actual barracks, we would have failed inspection spectacularly.

This weekend I spent down at MW's.  Y'all, he made me stew.  And it was good stew.  With many vegetables (corn, green beans, carrots, potatoes, onions).  And a side of asparagus.  And then, he spent two hours this morning repeatedly offering me orange juice, which I finally acquiesced to, mostly so that he would stop offering me orange juice.  And then he gave me stew and plums to take home.  If he weren't already MW, he'd be Five-a-day-for-better-health-man.