Howdy there, readers. I hope you enjoyed your Sunday and took the time to read my grandson Max’s guest article yesterday. From the sounds of it, Max is having the time of his life out there in California. It’s been a few years since I’ve been out that way myself, so it’s a blessing to read a true first-hand account of what it’s like out there with all those assorted farmers, prospectors, and Hollywood-types. I generally don’t have too much of a problem with the movie stars, but those directors and producers are always dreaming up all kinds of crazy ideas for movies that just don’t need to be made.
My old buddy Hiram invited me and the common-law Mrs. Codger over to his house for bridge tonight. I expect to have a good time. We used to have a regular bridge night. It was Thursday nights. Then we changed it to Tuesday nights because my missus started going to her fitness class on Thursday nights. But then Hiram’s wife Dot’s health was always up and down and she couldn’t play, so we didn’t have bridge nights for quite a while. But Hiram said that Dot is feeling well enough, so we’re going over to their place tonight.
The thing about going to Hiram’s is that Dot can’t cook because her doctor won’t let her stand for extended periods—makes standing over a stove hard for her. And Hiram himself couldn’t cook to save his life. Anyone can tell you that! Well, so I don’t go hungry over there tonight, I’m going to make a cake to take along. I just called the missus at work and she gave me the recipe over the phone. It looks like I have all the ingredients necessary: eggs, flower, sugar, marjoram, milk, baking powder, and extract of vanilla. I’m going to start baking it now, so you had better not expect me to write back to your commentary until I’m finished.
Until next time!