After the show, we browsed around Barnes & Noble, and then headed home for more snuggling and a movie. We watched Fight Club, which turned out to be quite disturbing, but fun. Brad Pitt makes a good... well, I don't want to give it away. It's a good job, anyhow.
Saturday after an indulgent morning spent sleeping in, we went boating with my dad. Thanks to Forest's odd influence, I tried waterskiing for the first time, and actually made it out of the water! That was pretty cool. It's still strange to me that being with him could be so liberating... but I guess in a way if he says I can do something, I actually believe him. It's bizarre. We also went tubing, ate tons of fresh cherries and fruit salad, and chatted with my dad, Suzi and Karen and Jim a lot.
Karen's leaving a week from today to spend 6 weeks teaching english in Japan. It sounds like quite an adventure. Part of me is envious of her freedom to just take off and do such things, but an equal part of me likes the things I've got going on in my life too much to give them up. I'm a dork, I know; but I love my munchkin and I love my honey, and I just don't feel like being away from them.
My dad and Suzi are having a good time, too. They just bought a condo not too far from where I live, which has reduced my dad's daily commute from 2 hours 1-way to 2 minutes 1-way. Suddenly they have a lot of time on their hands. My dad actually read and enjoyed the book I gave him for his birthday, and I don't think I've seen him read in a decade.
We stopped to visit my grandma for a while, too. She had us pick cherries to take home, and we chatted with her, and looked at pictures of my dad and Suzi in their high school yearbooks. It was lots of fun. My grandma is finally considering retirement in a couple of years, and has begun kicking around ideas for her next adventure. Who can say what she might decide to do next?
After a long relaxing day of sunshine, lakewater, and good company, we spent a few hours with Forest's friends, and then once again made it to bed at a reasonable hour.
Sunday morning we met Forest's dad and brother for breakfast to celebrate his birthday. (My sweety will be 23 on Thursday.) Then we all went to the driving range to practice golfing. Rather, they practiced golfing, I practiced actually knocking the ball off the tee. I'm okay when the ball's sitting on the ground, but terrible when it's on that silly little peg. It drives me nuts. (Pun intended.)
I ran some errands for a little while, and then went to Fred's birthday picnic out at Patriarche park. He picked a great day for it, it was beautiful outside, though a little muggy. Then again, I was only there for the early part of the day, and it did rain later... but hopefully most of Fred's party was under the roof of the picnic shelter by then. Fred seemed really excited and glad everyone was there. I ended up spending most of my time there cooking things on the grill, because apparently Fred had intended to do it himself, and I just didn't think that would be much fun on at his own party. Unfortunately, shortly after most of my friends showed up I had to leave. Still, it was nice to say 'hi' to everyone.
From there I went to work. Forest, his dad, Cece and I worked at the Store until closing time, with the help of some Mike's (hard lemonade) and the rain. I had one interesting patron, however, who twitchingly asked me, "Which is bigger, yer 'small' or yer 'large' ice cream cone?"
AaaUUUUGGgggghhhHHHH! I was tempted to say, "Here at Tate's Freeze, we warp reality, so in fact, our LARGE is our smallest size."
But I didn't. I smiled and explained that our large cone is the largest, just as its name suggests.
Sometimes humans scare me.
