Be with the one you love

The work week was pretty full, as is often the case in August. So I was ready for Friday when it rolled around. I was not on call, either, for the weekend. So I met the boys at Gander Mt. for hunting licenses and gun ogling. It is the same feeling a hardware store gives me but a good bit more intense. We kind of got into the sausage making stuff, also. This is going to be a banner year for game food. We all got doe permits for Syracuse, except John, of all of us, but I don't think that will slow us up. Then Mike went home with Lisa, still slightly suffering from Thursday night. Louis, John & I went to Cole's for a bite on the patio. Mary said hello on her way to enjoy the evening with some of her friends, an unexpected pleasure. To my surprise, most of her friends seemed to know Louis.

On Saturday, Mike & Lisa had a wedding to attend, so Nana Julia took care of the babies. I dropped her off and went back to the yard work I had started. I got the lawns almost finished, and got under the driveway pines with the big mower, which goes face first to cut the brush before the rider gets impaled on a branch. The old John Deere ain't what it used to be, but it owes us nothing after years of abusive service. I cleaned up and stopped at Wasabi for dinner for us, and then went to join my love. I found her with Maeve in bed but not sleeping yet, Addie in the swing, sleeping but expected up for a bottle soon. We were happy to be together again after a long day apart, and began to eat the excellent sushi & rolls, a Wasabi lobster and a soft shell crab roll. No sake, though, because of our grandparently responsibilities. Shortly, we were joined by little Maeve, who returned to the sack in a very accommodating manner and soon was asleep. Addie waked up as we were enjoying Toro, almost as good as in Hawaii, which is saying a lot. Addie took a little more attention than her sister did, but it was so good to hold her. When Julia put her in the crib, she nodded right off. Lisa & Mike came home fairly early, and Julia & I left for the country. We had Mass at eight, so went to bed right away.

After Mass, we had a small taste of DP, and enjoyed the most excellent hours of the week. We had been unable to go to farmer's market on Saturday because of some running race that totally gridlocked the village. Some similar activity was underway as we left church to come home, turned out to be a car show, so we had no intention of returning to the village on Sunday, either. The only thing left was to drink champagne. Matt & Theresa were coming for dinner, and Mary, also. Julia made a peach pie, incredible crust, just perfect. We had Kobe flanks seasoned with Butt Rub, corn, tomatoes, beets, and chiabatta Neil got warm from Wegs. The best summer eating. We opened a couple of Barnett Spring Hill cabs after the steamers Neil also brought. And the Bills actually looked pretty good. My kind of Sunday.

Next Sunday could be my kind, also. As well as the rest of the weekend. We are going to Toronto Friday & Saturday nights, at the Sutton, where we stayed on our honeymoon. We have reservations at Canoe, a skyscraper restaurant proudly serving superb Canadian cuisine with a pretty fair wine cellar, tickets for Jersey Boys and no schedule otherwise. And Monday is a holiday. Yippee!