The real world took a breather last weekend. Along came Coeur d’Alene.
Pure and simple, it was a junket. A guy’s weekend. Golf, food and wine. You could reverse the order and still get the same results. It was the better part of four days with the impact of seven.
It was my first time around old (figuratively, not literally) friends in quite some time. Ellen and Reid knew of my misgivings about taking time away from my current predicament, but any apprehension dissolved quickly amid the camaraderie. It was good to be there and to be with my boys.
The chief culprit/chief planner was Jane, Dave’s bride. In her next life she will be an event planner to royalty and/or presidents. A few weeks ago I posted the letter sent to her and Dave where I caved to her persistent invitation (effectively abetted by Bob’s equally persistent battering). I don’t know where the renewed contacts with these guys will lead, but they will lead somewhere.
Housekeeping: this is the final week of three-day-a-week posts. I’ll scale back to Tuesday-Friday postings. I reserve the right down the road to return to the thrice weekly regiment as time allows. As they say when interminable corporate conference calls end mercifully early, I’ll give you some time back.
But it is Wednesday, as it always is at midweek. Here’s a prior message to my two young adults.
Whew, feels good to be back home again. That’s enough driving and sitting around hotels for a little while. Grandma and Grandpa were so glad to see you guys, although they were a little disappointed in your appetites. I built you guys up as having bottomless pits when it came to food, but the best you could do was appetizers. They enjoyed seeing you.
The house painters are here this week, both inside and out. We’re debating colors right now and already it’s clear that my choices will lose. Your mom was talking to Amy F______ last night as I got home from my walk, and they were conspiring with other paint selections. Heck, it doesn’t matter all that much. Just get the damn thing done.
Alas, the raspberries have come to an end. We had raspberries every morning for weeks, not many, but enough for cereal. But we still have plenty of tomatoes for BLTs. Now that’s eatin’.
Too bad Iowa State got worked by Nebraska. The papers here were all over the overtime loss. It just goes to show that the Big Red is back, sort of. Reid, have a good time in Lincoln. Just don’t let us see your name on the police blotters.
It’s too bad that Afton is packing up for Grand Rapids. Tough deal losing your job that way, but the Internet is a touchy thing with a lot of employers, especially on their time and on their PCs. I hope you come out of this with another good roommate. You guys have learned more out of college than you learned in it.
Very hot yesterday and today. 90+. But it will be down in the 30’s by Thursday and Friday so it seems fall is about to come and go very quickly. Pittsburgh sure was pretty but the downtown is on the dead side. It was a steel town for a long time, but all those mills are long gone.
The one guarantee I can make this weekend is that I will be out of here on Sunday. Your mom and Molly H______ are hosting a wedding shower here for Lynn G________’s son Aaron, and thankfully my services won’t be needed. However, it’s been made abundantly clear that the lawn will be mowed, the weeds killed, and sidewalk edges trimmed and the mulch renewed at the front door. Other than that, there’s not much to do. I think I’ll ride down to Missouri since I’ve never ridden in that state. That will lift my state count to 12.
Got a fair amount of work to do this week for ___________, ___________, ______________. Mostly writing stuff. Did you see the article in the Pittsburgh paper about your Grandpa’s reunion? I can’t believe the editor’s there took a flyer on me and allowed me to write it.
Well, I’m off to the salt mines right now. Give us a call if you need anything. Except money.