Feasting and Fotos

Debbie snapped this photo of Bill at the Dutch oven late yesterday afternoon as he tended to his Super Bowl ribs.  Bill at one time announced that the ribs would be ready about 6; then he added "a.m."  Eventually, however, he changed his estimate, announcing that he'd wait to "see what the Giants do on this drive."  I think they had to punt, so Bill said we could officially start dishing up.  We'd already been enjoying Willie's chili and Barbara and Laurie's Nacho dish as appetizers.  Still, every plate was loaded with ribs, meatballs, salads, lasagne and assorted finger foods.  We ate well and enjoyed the game too.  The deejays on the Morning Stampede commented this morning that the whole show seemed to go by faster than usual.  I agree.  Since most of us did not even notice the inappropriate gesture by one of Madonna's fellow performers, we all thought the halftime show was great too. I don't think we could have asked for a better Super Bowl, unless it had included some of our favorite teams.

This was a portion of the food spread at The Bridge for Assisted Living, where some folks simply socialized while others kept close watch on what was happening between the Giants and the Patriots.  I don't think our mother really cared much about the football aspect of Super Sunday, but she did enjoy visiting with friends.

Prior to feasting on too much Super Sunday food, Barbara, Laurie and I took a walk through the Meserve Preserve (thanks, as always, Stan and Geneva).  Our purpose, along with getting outside and enjoying the gorgeous afternoon, was to snap a few photos.  For me, this spot offered the best photo op of the day.  For Barbara and Laurie, virtually all aspects of the walk kept their cameras clicking, as they were seeing much of the beautiful scenes for the first time.  We did have to walk across an improvised bridge over fairly calm water, and the sun was in a perfect position when Laurie "walked the logs."  

The beautiful woods on the Meserve Preserve gave us a sense of how fast the temperature can change in February within seconds of leaving the sun.  We all noticed the cold, and soon Barbara said, "Let's get back out in the sun."  So, we did.  We enjoyed our photo outing next door and then enjoyed not feeling quite as guilty while chowing down later.