Gone to the Dogs
Well, folks, the whole crew came in for the Memorial Day weekend.
There was Ed and WaWa; Thriller; Dave and the CFO; and Matteo and Alia.
And, of course, B3B came with WaWa but we only can show you the most recent 3D ultrasound image of him taken two weeks ago at 30 weeks. Check out those arm and leg muscles. Strong like bull!
We also had four dogs with us: Dharma (Matteo), Sam (Dave), Dana (Thriller) and Daisy (Ed).
And, of course, Suzy Q, was present but we have no photographs of her since it's virtually impossible make a picture of a cat hiding under the bed where she spent the entire time, avoiding the aforementioned dogs! One dog is a piece of cake. Two, can do. Four, no way, Jose.
It was a beautiful weekend, sunny with cool breezes in the 70's and no rain. So, we got in some hiking, but with Wa being in such an advanced "family way", it was some gentle hiking.
We, of course, ate well with dinners of grilled chicken on the Oklahoma Joe, pork shoulder and ribs in Sidney R. Pig and Chicago-style pizza in the wood-fired outdoor brick oven.
All meals were consumed under the stars on the deck, with Matteo serving as the musical DJ. Now his interests are quite varied and we discussed a number of musical styles. It was on this occasion that we learned of Alia's aversion to The Doors. The Doors! Can you imagine such a thing as that! So, naturally, she was jarred awake the next morning at 9:00 (no one went to bed before 2:00 that night) by Jim Morrison singing "Break on Through to the Other Side" at an ear-splitting sound level and the sub-woofer shaking the floors. She was a good sport about it and we all had a nice laugh.
And, to think it all began 40 years ago with just the two of us.
So, you might ask, "Why so long in posting all that, Dave?"
Well, I first woke up at 3:00 am on Tuesday morning but resisted praying to the porcelain Jesus until two hours later. During the next 24 hours I alternated between being afraid I was going to die and being afraid I was going to live. I was hot. I was cold. Sam gave me strange looks. It was as if someone had mashed a fast forward button in my brain and thoughts were racing through at blinding speeds. I'm sure that I solved the mystery of the universe at least once but felt so badly that I just didn't care. I would look at the clock after what felt like an eternity only to discover that three minutes had passed. It was the worst case of influenza I've experienced since the Hong Kong variety in 1972. Anyhow, the fever broke early Wednesday morning, leaving me weak and weary of the whole thing. So, I made myself a couple of SPAM sandwiches for dinner tonight and smoked a cigar as the sun set in a great orange ball behind the Peach Bottom Mountains. Enough is enough.
And, besides that, I've got a golf tournament to attend to this weekend, man.
As H^2 would say, I've cheated death once again ... I hope.
There was Ed and WaWa; Thriller; Dave and the CFO; and Matteo and Alia.
And, of course, B3B came with WaWa but we only can show you the most recent 3D ultrasound image of him taken two weeks ago at 30 weeks. Check out those arm and leg muscles. Strong like bull!
We also had four dogs with us: Dharma (Matteo), Sam (Dave), Dana (Thriller) and Daisy (Ed).
And, of course, Suzy Q, was present but we have no photographs of her since it's virtually impossible make a picture of a cat hiding under the bed where she spent the entire time, avoiding the aforementioned dogs! One dog is a piece of cake. Two, can do. Four, no way, Jose.
It was a beautiful weekend, sunny with cool breezes in the 70's and no rain. So, we got in some hiking, but with Wa being in such an advanced "family way", it was some gentle hiking.
We, of course, ate well with dinners of grilled chicken on the Oklahoma Joe, pork shoulder and ribs in Sidney R. Pig and Chicago-style pizza in the wood-fired outdoor brick oven.
All meals were consumed under the stars on the deck, with Matteo serving as the musical DJ. Now his interests are quite varied and we discussed a number of musical styles. It was on this occasion that we learned of Alia's aversion to The Doors. The Doors! Can you imagine such a thing as that! So, naturally, she was jarred awake the next morning at 9:00 (no one went to bed before 2:00 that night) by Jim Morrison singing "Break on Through to the Other Side" at an ear-splitting sound level and the sub-woofer shaking the floors. She was a good sport about it and we all had a nice laugh.
And, to think it all began 40 years ago with just the two of us.
So, you might ask, "Why so long in posting all that, Dave?"
Well, I first woke up at 3:00 am on Tuesday morning but resisted praying to the porcelain Jesus until two hours later. During the next 24 hours I alternated between being afraid I was going to die and being afraid I was going to live. I was hot. I was cold. Sam gave me strange looks. It was as if someone had mashed a fast forward button in my brain and thoughts were racing through at blinding speeds. I'm sure that I solved the mystery of the universe at least once but felt so badly that I just didn't care. I would look at the clock after what felt like an eternity only to discover that three minutes had passed. It was the worst case of influenza I've experienced since the Hong Kong variety in 1972. Anyhow, the fever broke early Wednesday morning, leaving me weak and weary of the whole thing. So, I made myself a couple of SPAM sandwiches for dinner tonight and smoked a cigar as the sun set in a great orange ball behind the Peach Bottom Mountains. Enough is enough.
And, besides that, I've got a golf tournament to attend to this weekend, man.
As H^2 would say, I've cheated death once again ... I hope.
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