Dad and I started early looking for patio umbrellas or canopies to replace the one that blew over yesterday. Guess what commercial society? Halloween and Christmas stuff is going up. Forget about summer.
Later in the afternoon after the run and finishing the pool, I headed out to Liverpool looking at the stores there. Nope. Then, I headed to Manlius to see Casey, Dave and the boys.- a quick trip, indeed - before heading to Marcellus to pick up Chitunga, then driving to Memphis to have dinner with my prom date, Kirsten, who moved into a new house with her puppy pugs Stella and Beatrice (who took to China and anything that moves).
This was a great evening, although staying at Kirsten's was short-lived because I needed to return to Marcellus and then back out to Clay to watch (cough cough) Big Brother. Whoops. Mom didn't record it and didn't know what happened. It was all good because we ate dad's cherry ice cream with a little chocolate syrup.
Hard to believe that next spring will be the 30th anniversary from taking this girl to the senior ball. This is what 29 years of adult life look like, although Kirsten doesn't have gray hair on her chin like this geezer.
So appreciative of the dinner, the company, the smiles, the puppies and the opportunity to slightly catch up (now if I can only get her to Connecticut to visit).
Okay, Friday. Looks like I'm attempting a 48 off-the-grid experience in the Adirondacks.
Later in the afternoon after the run and finishing the pool, I headed out to Liverpool looking at the stores there. Nope. Then, I headed to Manlius to see Casey, Dave and the boys.- a quick trip, indeed - before heading to Marcellus to pick up Chitunga, then driving to Memphis to have dinner with my prom date, Kirsten, who moved into a new house with her puppy pugs Stella and Beatrice (who took to China and anything that moves).
This was a great evening, although staying at Kirsten's was short-lived because I needed to return to Marcellus and then back out to Clay to watch (cough cough) Big Brother. Whoops. Mom didn't record it and didn't know what happened. It was all good because we ate dad's cherry ice cream with a little chocolate syrup.
Hard to believe that next spring will be the 30th anniversary from taking this girl to the senior ball. This is what 29 years of adult life look like, although Kirsten doesn't have gray hair on her chin like this geezer.
So appreciative of the dinner, the company, the smiles, the puppies and the opportunity to slightly catch up (now if I can only get her to Connecticut to visit).
Okay, Friday. Looks like I'm attempting a 48 off-the-grid experience in the Adirondacks.
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