It's a beautiful day here, nice and sunny out. It's 17 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. The air is so clean. We just finished filling the bird feeders. This provides endless entertainment for our two cats.

This is what we have come to...
We woke up this morning, and got ready for breakfast. Kent called me yesterday to plan breakfast for the weekend. We usually eat at home, and weekend breakfasts have become kind of special to us because it's just the two of us here, and it's quiet time. We can relax and talk about our week and other things.

So, Kent planned to have bagels this morning, accompanied by low fat cream cheese (it's gotten so much better from a few years ago), capers, smoked salmon, fresh tomato, and red onion.

Sunday morning, we are going to make a frittata, that varies from time to time. We have this great frittata pan that never fails. Frittatas of course require eggs. While preparing the the ingredients for the bagels, Kent said, "Damn, I forgot to pick up eggs for the frittatas. I'll pick some up later today."

So here we are preparing breakfast. I get out the salmon and capers while he is busy slicing the tomato and onion. Then all the sudden he says, "Shit! I forgot to get the bagels." I followed, "What the hell is wrong with you? You forget the eggs, and now the bagels?!?!" It sounds awful in writing, but it was said with a smile on my face, and a great deal of love. We sound like an old married couple. You should hear us in the grocery store.

So as I write this, breakfast is on hold, and I'm waiting for him to get home with the required ingredients for these two wonderful breakfasts.

Growing older makes for more interesting events. I can't wait for the day that we look down and ask, "What the hell is that for?" It's like going back to being a baby boy again.