I guess that title makes sense if you don't think about it. Around central Indiana, this is the biggest weekend of the year. Why? The Indy 500, of course. I'm not a big race fan, but you can't help but get caught up in the hoopla. The race is blacked out here, and watching the tape delay version loses the excitement, especially if I find out who won.

The weather looks pretty nice, and it's about time. I couldn't even play golf yesterday (and I don't play on weekends). Instead, I went to visit my father (age 90). He's doing fine. Then my daughter visited her father (me)! We had a nice conversation, the rain quit, and we went jogging together. She's in shape (after running the Indy mini-marathon), and I'm not. Being 65 doesn't help!

Once it dries out, I'll get back in the garden. The weeds are gaining a foothold. Tonight's supper includes a garden salad with my own lettuce, spinach, radishes, chives, etc. The main dish will be leftover spaghetti pie, compliments of a friend! Have a great weekend, everybody!