. . . even as the boxes and last items from the Broadway house kept piling up.
No matter the state of things, Monday Night Meal must go on.
|Nova eyes the rabbit stew longingly|
Tuesday was a big writing day. I had two goals in mind. One was a blog post--the story of what happened to our friend in the Basque Country--a life lesson in empathy.
Wednesday my ladies group had another fellowship lunch outing. The funniest moment was when Liz's order arrived--a GIGANTIC tenderloin sandwich!
|Where's the bun?|
Little Nashville is a small town big on art--"the Art Colony of the Midwest" for over a century.
This stunning piece of public art had just been installed in the last month.
|Artist at work--Spanish surname and ancestors from Cataluña |
And decorated gourds for you, Leah.
Good meals at unique eateries like: Muddy Boots Cafe; Hobnob Corner Restaurant; The Sandwich Place, likely the largest Bobby Knight collection anywhere; and Miller's Ice Cream House which offers a Teeny Weeny ice cream sundae for 99 cents.
Friday mid morning we left Hotel Nashville and toured one more art gallery before heading home.
Is that how Mike feels as he waits to get back on his bike?
So, here we are, still taking it easy, catching up on laundry and putting away the abundance of produce we gathered today at Victory Acres.