"down time"

Yesterday, I think it was, Rileigh informed me that her Tita Karley, and Uncle Regan were taking her and Ethan to the aquarium. She was rather insistent, and confident that this was going to happen. She said it was "going to be today, Sunday morning" (umm, wasn't it Tuesday evening when she was telling me this?) And on further query, she wanted to go to the one that "was many fish" and "has a big shark named Bruce". The fun part was that I could go too... if I asked. Ethan was sold. He bought into it hook line and sinker. I'm not sure what she really had in mind, but her Aunt and Uncle were in fact NOT driving from South Dakota in order to take them to the aquarium. In the end, she was distracted by other activities and that was the end of the trip.

Tonight, dinner was sauteed in sherry ...I think. I wish I had the camera on for when Ethan ate some of the food stuffs on his plate more sauteed than others. It was priceless. His faced wrinkled up like a prune and he shook his head from side to side. He told us it was spicy, but as adults, we thought he meant hot. Not until much later did it dawn on me; "OH! spicy!"

We are gearing up for the Sage and Sun weekend. First City shin dig of the season. aannd I'm gonna miss it. I'm heading to Denver to work on seating for my sit ski. These "party" weekends are great by the way. Every other weekend of the year, you would think we lived on a cul de sac in a secluded neighborhood. See, we live across the street from the courthouse for Grant County. Which translates to: Monday through Friday, 9am to 5pm, we are "not alone". But after that, on weekends, and on holidays: no bod ee. It was pretty weird for the first couple weeks, but now we expect it to be quiet. Then summer hits, and the County feels free to open our street to public "parties". One weekend we have vendors set up on the street, right out front, from Thurs till Sun. I'll tell you, I don't know why I leave. My social calendar is booked if I just stay at home. We also get front row seating to just about every parade, and there are a few. It is no Mardi Gras, but then we aren't under water either. But, I choose to be involved in activities which rip me away from the simple pleasures. It's a good thing my season is in winter, or I would miss all the fun.