Busy Days

Life in the eighties is not dull. Perhaps it takes me longer to do tasks that were quick and easy at one time. My days seem to speed by. My sister-in-law from Los Angeles is visiting me for a couple of weeks. My family comes in to visit her and of course I have a visit also. My grandson came home from Ottawa yesterday so we celebrated with roast beef and lots of gravy. What else would a young man want after batching for a year while at university? Sometime this week his sister will be home from Victoria -- another roast beef dinner, Grandma. Tonight no cooking we are going out for Chinese food. What will happen to all the left-overs in my fridge?