“This could be the last nice day we have for awhile, I’m not going to waste it sitting in the house,” Linda announced as I poured my second cup of coffee and headed for the computer room. “I’ll be out in the back putting the deck furniture away and winterize the plants.”
That’s where I’m supposed to say, “wait for me, honey, I’ll get dressed and help.”
Instead, I said something like this: “Denny and I have a tee time at 1:20 and I’ve got a blog to write.”
“Yeah, that’s fine,” she said. But I could tell there were little icicles hanging on every syllable.
All in all, it was a pretty good weekend. On Friday afternoon, we met up with our friends, the Graves, and headed over to Worthing to play table shuffleboard at Boondocks. Four geezers getting all excited over that silly game and getting stares from the regular customers who wished we’d tone down the racket.
This was followed by dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, the Brandon Steak House. My old friend, Bob Miller has been running that place for 30 years now and it is still the best quality and value around. Bob..who had vowed to go to jail rather than not allow his customers to smoke in the bar area..has, much to my surprise and I’m sure at the urging of his lovely wife, Marie, accepted the reality of the ban and won’t become a martyr.
Speaking of fantastic restaurants. We had a birthday party for Linda’s brother at Michaels..located just across from Elmwood Golf Course on Russell..and it is an exercise in dining perfection that only comes from years of experience in customer satisfaction.
Many of you may remember Michaels when it was located in Worthington. It was worth the hour drive to get there in order to savor the wonderful food and impeccable service. Owner, Larry Lang, is a human dynamo who seems to fly around the dining areas, often with a pot of coffee in each hand, greeting and seating his guests. Michaels also has the world’s best onion rings (I’d say “arguably” the best but if you tried them you’d agree.) which are served piled high in a huge basket..often at no charge if you have a coupon from the paper. I’m not supposed to eat them, of course, which makes the very mention of them cause me to drool on the keyboard.
Two of our grandsons enjoyed the sweet taste of victory on the fields of athletic competition over the weekend.
Michael was among 13 baseball players chosen to play an all star game against some of Iowa’s best in Sioux City. His team won both games.
And, Tucker helped keep West Central’s unbeaten record intact and exact a little revenge for last year as the Trojans beat Dell Rapids in high school football.
Speaking of football, the Minnesota Vikings proved once again that there is no such thing as a comfortable lead when they play. By games end, the living room floor was covered with chunks of grey and brown hair..pulled from my head while watching that game.
I also wasted four hours watching the much ballyhooed History Channel special, JFK 3 Shots That Changed America. It promised new insights into the Kennedy Assassination and the first part was indeed fascinating as they showed never before seen news coverage..including photos and film..from the time of Kennedy’s arrival in Texas..to the killing of Oswald by Jack Ruby. But then the special drifted back into the old conspiracy theory trap that has been scientifically debunked in recent years. One of the most convincing was an ABC special narrated by Peter Jennings shortly before his death. It’s an exhaustive study using the latest technology and concludes beyond most any reasonable person’s doubt, that Lee Harvey Oswald was the lone gunman and the Warren Commission was right. But the History Channel never mentioned all the new evidence..choosing instead to fuel the fires of conspiracy theorists again.
Anyway, that’s my weekend..and there’s the blog I told Linda I must write.
And, here she comes back into the house..her chores done. Funny..she doesn’t seem too angry. A nice Autumn day will lift anyone’s mood.
“Honey, will you clean off my golf shoes.”
Just kiddin’.
