The last couple of days have been blissfully uneventful, just seeming to float by. The weather has been so beautiful and Jimmy and I have both wanted to be outside, taking walks and puttering around in the yard. I went to Macadoos today at lunchtime for takeout, and we had steakburgers on the porch. Jimmy got to have fries with his; I didn't.

One of our goals while we've been home has been to fatten Jimmy up. He lost a lot of weight over the summer, and will certainly lose more when we go back to Atlanta. After all these years of calorie counting and deprivation and self-denial, now this. We have been piling on the calories: fried chicken and macaroni and cheese and ice cream and real cokes and it's almost more that I can stand. It's just not fair. This morning Jimmy got on the scales and asked me if they were working properly because he'd only gained one pound since last week.

My children came over and had supper with us last night: my boys, Jackie and Maxwell, and Jackie's wife Mary (Jackie hit a home run when he married Mary), and Max's girlfriend, Elizabeth Steel, a delightful young woman. Jimmy had to call it a night as soon as he had eaten, but the rest of us stayed up, laughing and talking and telling old stories. Jimmy and I have been very blessed in the children department.