Happy Belated Father's Day
We flew out Friday evening to St. Louis, where we were greeted by some of the nicest mid-June weather I can remember. "Wow! No humidity! Did we take the right flight?"
Saturday, Joyce and Janice did some shopping, and Joe and Neal (Janice's youngest nephew) and I stayed behind to slick up the 4 acres. It's always a tradition for me to cut their grass every time we're there during growing season, and I am always more than happy to help out. I find it's pretty quick work when you have a 15-mph, 52" cut from their mower. These babies are grass-cutting machines!

The grass-cutting was made a little more "interesting" this visit, since St. Charles County and the Missouri Department of Transportation have begun in earnest the widening of Laura Hill Road, on which Joe and Joyce live. The impact on their frontage will reduce their lawn by about 5 feet, but the roadwork had left some "challenges" in terms of new fill dirt deposited along the front of the property. With a mower like theirs, however, it was no problem for me to negotiate the various ruts, holes, giant dirt clumps, etc. I paid special attention to closely negotiating around their many trees, and trimmed up close to everything ... As Joyce said when she and Janice got home, "I think we're going to have campers down on the lower acre tonight, it looks so much like a park."
A good swim is always a refreshing thing after cutting grass, especially when it happens right around the cocktail hour. And what Saturday evening would be complete without a bacon-wrapped filet mignon, baked potato and a nice salad?
Sunday was a lazy day, spent opening Father's Day cards and gifts after a couple of bloody mary's. We then went over to Janice's brother's for dinner of St. Louis style barbecued pork steaks, potato salad, and beans, and a ride around his property's trails in his six-seater golf cart. I even convinced him to bring out his 1935 German police Luger, and made a few 9 mm holes in his pond water. The highlight of the evening though, was getting a call from Liz and Rhys ... it was great to hear from them.
Yesterday was pretty laid back, we all got some much-needed rest, and then we flew back home (delayed about 45 minutes) via Southwest. Last night, when we got home, there were two kittens who just about purred themselves silly when we walked in the door. They missed us, and we of course missed them.
So all told, it was another wonderful trip, but our own bed sure felt good when we finally hit it around 12:15 am.



