We both like to travel, and we both enjoy coming home afterward. Hilton Head Island feels like our second home since we end up there at least once or twice a year. But our favorite place of all is our own back porch. In spring, summer, and fall, weather permitting, we spend our time together there--even eating our meals there.
We both enjoy tennis and golf. In the winter, now that our bodies rebel against cold weather, we frequently play golf or bowl a few frames on Nintendo Wii. But I must admit, Sandy misses the "real" thing-- the game version does not allow her to take her famous "do-overs." We both like to write, and of course, to read, and to share what we read. One of the things we don't share is Sandy's fondness for and skill at painting--whether on canvas or glass.
In the evenings, we have been known to celebrate "happy hour" with a martini while we solve the world's problems. It's amazing that a martini can generate so much wisdom. (We think Barack Obama should serve martinis during his cabinet meetings to tap in on that huge reservior of wisdom.) Although Sandy devours the New York Times, does crossword and sudoku puzzles, knits caps, scarves and sweaters, her forte is cooking. Her Cajun grandfather taught her at a very early age, and she has been developing her repertoire ever since. She enjoys finding and "tweaking" a great recipe more than winning the lottery. Family and friends all agree, she is an excllent cook--I would say, chef, but she would take exception to that.
All these things being said, she is first and foremost a loving mother and grandmother. She is elated when the children and grandchildren are happy; she is devastated when they are experiencing a "tough patch."
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