The Kids Barley Meme

I allowed myself to sleep a few extra minutes again. I know that if I’m up by 545am I can still do my entire routine without being late or rushed. It was cloudy and warm, about 68 degrees. The deck was puddle after another storm moved through during the night. Nothing new. The back yard was swampy. The forecast is calling for much drier weather towards the end of the work week. Let’s hope it holds. We could use a week without rain. After exercise I took Frankie out back. She did her thing quickly. The sky was showing signs of breaking up. I was encouraged that my run would be at least somewhat under fair skies – a rarity of late. I headed out at 635am and ran my usual four miles without incident. I noticed that our lawn needs cut again badly. I cut it last Friday. After my run I got busy making eggs and throwing together my lunch. Frankie was tuckered and despite leaving her pen opened, she remained snuggled up in her bed sleeping. It’s all that fighting with Woody, no doubt. I insisted she go out again before heading up to shower. She cooperated nicely – usually does. After pouring Mindy’s coffee Frankie followed me upstairs. It’s nice not having to carry her up the steps any longer, but it also spells the beginning of the baby gate era. I was ready to head out by 810am. Mindy didn’t bother getting out of bed to see me off. I said my goodbyes while upstairs, and left for work at 815am. The work day was a tough one, and I didn’t get a formal lunch break. I plowed straight through the day eventually heading for home just after 540pm. I talked with Mindy a couple of times during the afternoon. She had a cardiologist appointment mid-afternoon but somehow the appointment got screwed up and her doctor wasn’t even in. She wasn’t pleased. She also wasn’t pleased with Jacob, who was giving her grief about going to Dena’s while she headed to her appointment. She was also having trouble printing off a grocery list from her laptop, and by the time she figured it out, she said it was too late to go. She said she and the kids wanted to go to Barley’s for dinner. Lastly, she hared that she got the sports figure cling issue resolved with Pottery Barn. They’d be sending UPS to pick-up the defective cling and sending a replacement due at our home by Thursday. I arrived home near 6pm, and after a little freshening up we loaded into the Honda and headed off to Barley’s. Barley’s was sparsely populated even for a Tuesday. Their sign indicates Hop Slam on tap next Thursday. It’s no coincidence that that is the first day of the 3rd annual Hop IPA-Looza, my favorite beerfest. Beth was trending bar. We were seated in the eating area and Jesse was out server. She remarked that she’s never had the pleasure of waiting on us before. I ordered a Centennial. And Mindy ordered an Ohio Brew Stout after first trying a sample. Jacob stuck with ice water while Bella had Dr Pepper. We ordered food shortly thereafter. Mindy ordered the southwestern salad. Bella ordered KC wings. Jacob, Gates of Hell wings; and me a Cuban. I followed up my Centennial with a second. Mindy got the tab. By the time we left for home the sky was almost completely clear, something we haven’t had at that hour for several days. Wahoo! At home I headed outside to water. Even though we had spotty showers Monday and early Tuesday, the hanging baskets needed watered badly. I watered all the backyard baskets, pots, and beds. Afterwards, I topped off the hot tub while Mindy & the kids headed down to the neighbors so Frankie could play with Woody. By the time that everyone was back home I was inside and in my PJ’s. I played around on the internet some then took a nap. Those two beers did me in. I woke again only long enough to tuck in the kids and head to bed.