Ah, the weekend is upon us. Not that that makes much of a change in routines for this retired guy. No golf, anyway (I don't play on weekends).
Speaking of golf, I watched a couple of young guys (20's?) try to play the other day. They were awful--10 practice swings, then a mishit (or whiff). It made me wonder why they were out there. It had to be frustrating. I thought what joy could they be deriving? I remember once trying to roller skate (at age 24). After two hours, I gave up and never tried again to this very day. I'll give these guys credit for keeping at it (although they may never return!).

I helped pick strawberries at my daughter's this past week. How glorious they were! Brought some home and, with my rhubarb, made a pie (graham cracker crust). Yum yum. Mostly, I played with my grandson. He's quite the corker.

I'm headed out in a bit for a Lions Club pancake breakfast, invited by a neighbor (of sorts. Anybody that lives in the country that is within 5 miles of me is considered a neighbor.). We go every year--he pays for some reason! Traditions can be a wonderful thing.

I picked up another "load" of school house bricks and have been knocking off the mortar and laying them down. My driveway is looking good. Dad says I'm "wasting time"--that it won't add value to the house. But that's not why I'm doing it. I just enjoy the look.

I think my garden is officially completed in planting. Almost. I have a second crop of sweet corn seeds to go in. I'm not happy about a stray mole that's been tunneling through the garden. That kills the seedlings. Otherwise, the garden is looking good. Sweet potato starts are rather pathetic, but they usually come around eventually.

My sister returned from "family sitting" in Chicago. Evidently, there was no "boy who cried wolf". Pneumonia and bronchitis rampaged through the whole clan (3 kids). I hope she doesn't bring it back with her. I've avoided any sickness all winter.

Okay, enough ramblings. Have a good weekend. Supposed to be hot here. We need rain.