Saturday skies were blue and the temps were warm. A nice break from the June gloom that has been the norm over the last few weeks.
The day was spent doing all those chores that no one likes. I mowed and weed wacked and trimmed the hedges, carried all the laundry downstairs and Carolyn did four loads, washed both cars, emptied trash, etc. By mid-afternoon, I called it quits and we spent some time on the patio drinking beer or iced tea while reading our current books.
I had a hankering for Mexican food, so we had dinner at La Fresca, and then watched Hotel Rwanda on pay per view at home. I never knew that the two "tribes" that fought the civil war against each other had been designated as distinct by the Europeans who separated them by their physical characteristics.
Sunday also began bright and sunny and we made it to church for the 8:30 service and then picked up Wanda who was taking me (us) out to breakfast/brunch for Fathers Day. We enjoyed various egg benedict combos at the Harbor Grill and then drove her over to see our sailboats new berth.
While we were 'slip-sailing', the Hughes and their kids showed up for an afternoon sail, so I drove Wanda back home, changed, and then returned to the slip. With seven of us on board, it was a little crowded, but one or two of us were usually on the high side with our feet over the side and Christine seemed content to be below deck for most of the afternoon. The wind was strong and we had a very exciting sail especially with the 150 jib up rather than the 110.
We put the Journey to bed around 5:30 and then headed home. A really warm voice mail from Ashley greeted me when we returned, I was sorry we hadn't hooked up, but her voice was the best present I could get. The sun had gotten to both Carolyn and me, so we both wanted a nap. For me, the nap turned into good-night, I got up briefly around 9 to change, but I was quickly back asleep for a ten or eleven hour rest. That never happens!
Hope you had a good weekend, too!
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