Breakfast at mom & dad’s, continue to work on organizing the second bedroom, fine tuning dad’s new computer. Hit the road just at 1:30, back into town with no problems, pick up the dogs at the kennel. Mocha is wired as usual when she gets home from the kennel, and flash is wiped out. She has been outside with us for much of the evening hoping as usual for tastes from the table, and Flash has chosen to retreat to his kennel and sack out. Perfectly beautiful evening, temperature perfect, no wind, young boy cardinal scouting out the yard, other bird calls we cannot identify, Elaine hanging out in her hammock. I have started to read a bit of H.P. Lovecraft, which I’d wanted to pick up again this summer. Perfect ending to a bit of a draining weekend.
Oh yes, this is a summer milestone. First margarita! It is almost hot enough to actually need one (low 80s when we get home — I say it has to be over 90 but we might wait all summer for that here in lovely WI). Regardless, I offer and Elaine gives a resounding yes! so I get out the blender and make the house special. Unfortunately we are out of lime juice so use the leftover Rose’s that’s been in the back of the fridge for who-knows-since-when. And the second batch is made with fresh squeezed limes.
So, now I have a definite goal for the summer: Never be caught without all margarita ingredients in stock!