Last fall we planted a crepe myrtle and crossed our fingers that it would survive through the winter. Unbeknownst to us at the time we were facing one of the coldest winters we’ve ever had, along with three major snowstorms. Well, the crepe myrtle made it and is now in bloom. In a few years it should provide plenty of shade for our backyard that gets a lot of afternoon sun.
This morning I slept in and awoke to the sound of Sophie crying and crying. I walked downstairs and found her standing by the front door apparently crying because the rest of her pack left her to go to the dog park. She is a funny little thing and is quite attached to the pack despite the rough treatment she gets from Emma and Cha Cha. I have to say though she may seem meek but she can turn into the most furious wildcat when pushed too far. The other day Emma would not leave her alone and earned a spent cat claw for it, planted squarely in the middle of tender chocolate-color nose. Of course Emma didn’t even flinch when I pulled the claw from her nose. She probably thought it was fun!
A busy Saturday comes to close with a stop by Atlantis Restaurant for carry out. If you’ve never eaten at Atlantis you should try it. The food is really good and you get large portions of Greek specialties or you can pick from a big variety of Italian or American favorites. The gyro platter is monster as is the chicken breast parmesan. They make great chicken salad and hamburgers too. The restaurant is in the Bradlee Shopping Center on King Street in Alexandria.
At National Airport with our niece, who is going home to Chicago. She spent two weeks here and toured around town. She even got the chance to take a boat trip to and tour of Mount Vernon.
Incredible as it might sound the temperature “cooled” to the low 90s today. In the late afternoon I went to pick up my car from the dealer and encountered several areas of heavy traffic caused by fender benders. It took me over an hour to make it from work to the dealer and another 30 minutes or so to get home. The ladies had already been to the dog park and from what I understand where not at all pleased with having to be out in the hot sun. Once home they acted all crazy and where running around in circles bumping chests like wild mustangs. After they ate they settled down to harassing the poor cat. Poor Sophie doesn’t know how to act when the ladies want to play with her.
It going to be a scorcher. Good thing the ladies will be home. Hopefully it will cool by evening.
We met yesterday to say farewell. As the late morning sun sweltered into mid-day, there, in a quiet suburban Maryland town, several hundred people filled a small church, which testified to the efforts of Jesuit fathers working in the fields of the Lord. Sitting in the pews and standing along walls hung with scenes from the Via Dolorosa, mourners raised their choking voices to organ strains of Amazing Grace. The sound rose to the ancient rafters. Farewell fair spring farewell. With sad hearts we bid farewell, ever hopeful in the assurance that faith promises: we will all rise to life again.
We arrived at the game early. Our seats were nearly on the field and thus out in the full blaze of the sun. We went down to the seats at 1:00 and stayed until the end of the game around 4:45. There was a family from Wisconsin in the row behind us and they did not last long at all. The mom and the pre-teen daughter scrambled to the shade on the food and drink level after about 30 minutes. At one point the dad was on his cell phone and he was telling the person on the other end that he, “was roasting.” The game was good though the Nats lost. Nyger Morgan and Josh Willingham both made great catches against the outfield wall. It is amazing to watch the choreography of the offensive and defensive play setting and making. On the surface it looks so spontaneous, but there is so much thought and strategy for each circumstance. That is why I love baseball: everyone has to know what everyone else is doing and work together.
Happy Fathers Day to all the dads out there. And, of course to all the sons and daughters who have to put up with them!
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