Sunday, Sunday

Today was a picture-perfect day. The bluest blue sky. The most magnificent white clouds. Delightful breeze. Perfect temperature. I spent almost every moment outside. I started on my porch with my eyes on my laptop and on the hummingbirds. Then I put on long pants and a long-sleeved top and cleaned up my perennials. It was a messy but rewarding job. Then I changed into shorts and mowed the lawn. It felt so good to do that work. I got cleaned up and went with my friend Sarah and her boys to the Airplane Park. It probably has a different name, but that's what we call it. It's about 15 minutes from home. It has a great playground and a trail that goes around the airport for bike riders, skaters and walkers. I don't know why I don't go there more often. It's a great place to grab a blanket and picnic and watch the sky. Or walk or ride, of course. It's very popular.


I picked Emily up from her job when I got back. Then I schmoozed with the neighbors in the cul de sac. Then it was back to the porch and the birds and the laptop. And the mosquitoes. I'll need another shower before bed to wash off the OFF.

I made Emily's favorite main dish for dinner tonight. For the second time in less than a week. French's Crunchy Onion Chicken. The recipe is on the can of French's french fried onions. It really is quite delicious. Who would have thought those things could be even better on chicken than in the famous French's Green Bean Casserole?

I'm watching the MTV Video Awards as I'm writing this. Lots of great performances. Shame on Kanye West. I like his music but he's such a egomaniac and a jerk. You'll know what I mean if you saw it.

Tomorrow starts the Monday routine. Drive to school. Take Mom to the doctor's. Go out to lunch. The rest is a mystery. I like a day that unfolds.

Emily's team pic.