Sunday breakfast on the deck

This morning we had a very special breakfast on the deck which is just off Rob & Betsey's bedroom. It meant that Betsey could stay in bed and then make an easy transition to the deck for breakfast without having to deal with stairs, which are becoming increasingly difficult for her to manage with her left foot.

Rob made two kinds of buckwheat pancakes - one kind that were just right for Betsey and another kind for the rest of us. They were both delicious, and Ellen, Rob and I had both kinds. The toppings were yogurt, berries, peaches, and Vermont maple syrup that our friend Eliza Bergh had sent Betsey. Plus a side of homemade applesauce. Wow! What a great breakfast, and we sat for some time on the deck and enjoyed the perfect temperature and air and the quiet of a Sunday morning - especially after the noisy racket of Saturday when the roofers were working. We savored the moment to the full.

The deck, ready for breakfast

Ellen pouring maple syrup for Betsey

My plate

I cleaned up after breakfast, Ellen helped Betsey shower, and she came downstairs to watch golf. She actually ended up dozing quite a bit on the couch. Jason Day won the tournament with a resounding 17 under par or something like that. An incredible  performance. Rob worked on a speech he is going to give on Tuesday on "The State of the College of Music." We are all going to go to that Tuesday morning and have lunch together at the University afterward, so that will be special. Ellen went shopping this afternoon, but since I was feeling a bit under the weather much of today, I stayed home and  rested. Not sure what it was, but I feel better tonight. Ellen  fixed another lovely supper and we watched "American Pickers" on TV - boy,  do those guys go into some incredible places where people have piled up stuff for decades until it fills room after room, barn after barn, from floor to rafters, with tiny aisles threading through all the junk. I think people must love to watch this show because it makes their own little clutter at home look so tame by comparison.

Tomorrow we get up early so we can get Betsey to work by 8:45am for a 9a.m. meeting. We'll bring her home at noon and she'll rest downstairs in the afternoon.

Tomorrow evening we're going to try to watch a live PBS broadcast of whales at the same time as John and Cynthia are watching back home and maybe be able to communicate by Skype at the same time. We'll see if these technically challenged old people can pull that off!