Our weekend was as pleasant as any we have had so far this summer. The weather was beautiful, the kids got a chance to slip’n’slide for the first time and, thanks to a festival dedicating a new park in Town Where I Used to Work; they got to climb a rock wall and be doused in a dunk tank, for a good cause, even.
On Sunday, Hugh enjoyed his Father’s Day by grilling flesh on the Barbie and eating an ice cream cake that the children had insisted we buy from Dairy Queen. I resisted the siren call of the ice cream cake for about three seconds before giving in and diving, face first, into the ooey-gooey deliciousness. Aren't you proud of my restraint?
The best part of the day came at dusk, when the kids released 1800 ladybugs into my garden (I am determined to garden without pesticides if at all possible and, after discovering evidence of Bad Bugs-holes! In my leaves!- decided to bust out nature’s little exterminators). The experience was quite cool and both kids are begging to get to do it again sometime. Personally, I'm hoping we won't have to and, since as of nine o’clock this morning, the ladies are still in the garden, enjoying their breakfast; I am somewhat optimistic that they will stick it out for the long haul.
(And, for the handful of lady bugs who attempted to fly away last night, running directly into the Bug-Zapper and frying instantaneously; I'm soooo sorry. We'll take good care of your widows and orphans, I promise.)
Speaking of the long haul; tonight is our last away game for baseball. We have one more home game on Wednesday and then move into the weekend tournament (or so I’m assuming, we have yet to hear any specific details about the alleged tournament; it could be an urban legend, who knows?). I am very much looking forward to the end of the season, as my stat-keeping duties will end with it… freedom!
I am not, however, free from the drudgery of the daily grind and should, therefore, get my butt to the store; the employees seem quite happy to see me on Mondays. Possibly because Monday is payday and I sign the paychecks. Possibly. But, for the sake of my delicate ego, I’m going with; they are just really happy to see me.