What a Life

Apparently, I lead a fairly blah existence. Hey, don't get me wrong, I am OK with blah.

L_R- Vinny and Miles

This past weekend was Memorial Day so what did we do? Not much...... Well my mom and dad came over on Saturday morning. Dad wanted to go to our range and shoot some new guns he recently purchased. Now mind you he is 80 years young and still going strong. So we went and slung some brass while mom and the Mrs. watched the French Open on our new TV.


Dad slinging brass

Dad and I got back to the house about 1300 hours. Well, let me tell ya, we men are calorie burning machines so we were hungry. Off to Bob Evans we all went. Now, I won't bore you or me with our menu selections, but it was right good. Sorry I didn't take pictures...darn your luck.

The folks headed back across SR 60 to their side of the state shortly after lunch. So what did we do?  I cleaned guns and knocked out two articles for my other Blog and corresponded with some clients. She did laundry and took a nap. I fell asleep watching the WWII movie marathon on TCM (Turner Classic Movies).

Understand what I am about to say is a miracle. I never sleep past 0500, but on Sunday my Beagle "let me sleep in" until his hunger pains turned him into a raging lunatic at 0630. Made my black tar coffee, fed the boys and did a bit of reading before church. We got ready and left for Sunday School about 845.

After services concluded, we hightailed it home for a quick change of clothes and off to Disney World we went. EPCOT to be exact. We entered through the back gate of the park and were "selected" for enhanced security screening. I emptied my pocket contents into the little tray and went through the security scanner. Of course it went off, so they wanded me. I actually forgot about the titanium in my lower parts until she asked me why her wand was beeping. My bad.

Last weekend for the Flower and Garden Festival

We wondered over to the American Pavilion to hear the Voices of Liberty sing in the rotunda of the building. If you have never heard the group sing, you are missing out. It is a group of eight who sing Americana songs, all acapella. The sound is spectacular. Throughout the bottom floor of the exhibit are scenes from throughout the history of our nation. Once the singing ended,  we were hearded up to the second floor for the show, which lasts about 20 minutes. That was the only thing we did. We exited the way we came in, through the back gate.

Don't tell anyone, but we parked in the "working cast members" lot across from the Boardwalk hotel. We are not working cast or even non working cast members, but we have annual passes. It feels so good to be so dirty.

Back on I-4 headed back to Cowville. Not so fast there speedy, the intrastate (I-4 is not really an interstate since it never leaves Florida) was bumper to bumper. We exited at Champions Gate and came home the back way. Took forever. Had to watch the Monaco Grand Prix and the Indianapolis 500 which I recorded earlier. Hey that was a lot in one day.

Monday rolls around and I start yard work early. Now, what I do is not real yard work mind you because my yard is cut and trimmed by professionals. My once beautiful St Augustine yard is now a Bermuda, weed filled patch which needs to be re-sodded. My vision of yard work now is weeding the beds, throw a few bags of mulch here and there and my all time favorite chore is trimming Robelini Palm fronds. These suckers have thorns which penetrate leather gloves.  Napped in the man lounge after all that.

The Mrs made chicken tacos for din-din which is a favorite. Did some more writing and pillowed my head about 2100.

I am thankful for my quite and boring life, just had to share.

Later.