Monday, June 23, 2008

Catch Up

If your thought process is like mine when it comes to blogging, then I have pity on you.

I try to come up with a theme. Or something that might interest my readers. So, I concoct grandiose ideas, only to start to type them and realize that although a good idea, they fall rather flat when one reads both sentences.

So, I've abandoned that and figured I'd just start typing and see what comes out.

We were visited by friends of ours from the Chicago area this weekend. We used to attend church with Steve and Char. We went out to dinner with them Friday evening and then had them over to the house after church on Sunday. Steve and I looked at some of his Dutch ancestry and talked genealogy while Angie and Char talked of crafts and quilts and such things. I gave Steve a tour of KnoxVegas and we went to BestBuy and bought a GPS. Well, I bought the GPS. Then he and I went to Buddy's Bar-B-Q for dinner.

After they left, I played a bit with the GPS, finding voices that I liked and got interested in the possibilities of adding my own Points of Interest set. And no, I didn't pay full MSRP for the unit.

Mom sent me a great story about a switch pitcher in the minor leagues. There's also a CBS produced YouTube video about him. Not from that news story, but just about him.

So there. Not a stellar post, but it caught you up on what has been happening. What more could you ask for? A mojito? Sorry, I don't have one. But if I did drink, this one looks good.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Happy Father's Day

It was a good one. Busy, but good. After church, I took Edison and 3 of his buddies to church camp. I was fortunate to have Pete C. travel with me as navigator and chatting buddy. Then, off to the in-laws for tasty (as usual) meal. Much talking and harmonica playing (by Jim). Then home and a quick call to my dad, with Caroline wishing him a Happy Father's Day. He heard it as "Happy Birthday." I had to cut the call short, as it was past bedtime for the wee one. I called him back later and we spent the better part of a half an hour reminiscing about family vacations when I was younger. Visiting Ottawa and the Parliament there. Detouring through Boston on the way to Maine in August of '68. We went to see the Red Sox play. We can't pin the exact date down, but it was the Yastrzemski era.

Thanks again, Dad. For everything.