Summer has Arrived

Day 166:

First things first - to all of you reading this blog so faithfully, first I'd like to say, "Thank You".  Your commitment to reading it is as much a driver for me to honor my promise to Conor and to not miss a day of adding a new entry.  I truly appreciate it.  That said, I'd like to apologize for publishing that piece of whale flop I threw up last night.  After two days of hard riding and hard partying I could hardly keep my eyes open, let alone write legibly and in complete sentences.... It was a sorry excuse for a blog entry and so I've fixed it.  Please re-read yesterday's piece and I assure you, you'll see at least a few more coherent thoughts, as well as a new picture!

As for today, well, today was a hot one, Conor.  The day started a bit hazy and with far more work to do then I ever would have anticipated.  After hosting such a large outdoor party there would be plenty to clean up, Conor.  And considering I didn't feel all that well (for reasons I'll discuss with you in 21 years), it made for a long morning.  But more than that, Son, the day brought with it heat in the mid 90's with a "real feel" of over 100 degrees!  Oppressive!   Still, in sticking with tradition the whole family would attend the Memorial Day Parade in Falls Church City with your Uncle Paul, Aunt Jen, Mr Rob, Ms Jessica, Nathan, and Andrew.  And frankly, I really was looking forward to that time...

After seeing your Uncle Scotty and Mr Bear off on their bikes I ran upstairs to shower in preparation for the day.  Not 5 minutes out of the shower I was covered in sweat again...  It was THAT kind of hot, Son. Humid, sweltering heat without a cloud in the sky.  Still, a small shade tree and a blanket in the grass, and you were just as happy as anybody else at the parade; despite the heat.  Immediately following we went back to the cool air in the Landers for, you guessed it, more beer!  Hair of the dog and all that (again, 21 years, Son).  It was an enjoyable and easy day, even in spite of Summer's eager arrival.

Not much more to report, Conor.  It's about time I take my weary body to bed and hope I'm up on time for work tomorrow!

I love you, Son.
-Dad