Life In Suburbia...

This past weekend A and I headed east for the five-hundred mile drive back home. The drive is long, but it is gorgeous and it was great to be back in the mountains again. Plus - it gave us the chance to spend Friday night in a stop along the way with one of the ol' college roomies - J. It was great to see him and L again. The breakfast at the pancake place was sinful! The reason for the drive was even better. My nephew, little A, is already one year old. His party was Saturday. He got more presents than could fit in an F-350, but somehow he managed to find time to play with them all at least once. Our present to little A was a Leap Frog 'table' of sorts that had all types of flashing lights and buttons and noises all at once. I think he loved it.

We turned around the next day and made the whole trip in a single day. It wasn't fun, but again, the drive isn't that bad because the scenery keeps you looking around and occupied. We stopped by a resort area that mom stays at sometimes to check it out. We weren't very thrilled with it, but if we were looking for a place to sit around and watch the grass grow, this would be the place.

Last night I was on my way home and realized that A left work early sick, and that if I wanted to eat I should probably pick something up. After stopping by the bank, I wheeled over to the grocery store and picked up a couple of sirloins, which by the way I got for the price of T-bones because the guy was really nice and felt bad about making me wait while he tried to figure out the cash register. I got home, uncovered the grill, and dumped Kingsford into the Weber. The only problem was that Kingsford had lost too much weight and made me get back in the car - with Lucy of course - and get to the gas station to pick up some generic charcoal. Word to the wise, what everybody says about buying cheap charcoal, they're right - don't do it. It took me at least 45 minutes to get the grill ready with the crappy red-bagged 'briquettes' as they call them. Nevertheless - it still beat the hell out of a propane tank.

Dinner was great, baked potato, steak, and overcooked asparagus (my fault).

After dinner we piled up on the couch, turned on the Braves game, enjoyed a two run lead in the second off a Frenchy single and a Langerhans homerun, and drifted in and out of sleep by the middle of the fourth.

Welcome to the burbs.

Well That Took A Long Time

So the ski trip was over four months ago.....who's counting.