Neel leaves today, so our weekend felt hectic. A little. Cal had a good day on Friday, just generally making good decisions and working hard, so we hit his favorite wing joint for dinner. That feels like a weekly thing these days which makes him happy, but me not so much. Don't get me wrong, I love The Dirty Buffalo, but sometimes momma wants a salad.
Saturday was our usual. Hitting lesson, house (and yard) work, and we made BBQ nachos for dinner Saturday night. Those were pretty good! Cal's friends came to eat with us, and afterward we had a "death match" of spoons. Yes, those of you who have played, know it. Spoons can get quite violent. Part of its charm.
Father's Day was good. Had a good long talk with my dad. Took Neel out for two meals and made him make one (we grilled out for dinner). Neel and Cal played some darts, I made a strawberry almond clafoutis and we went to the pool. I'm lucky to have a great dad, and I married a man who has turned out to be a pretty awesome dad as well. And all day long, I saw great dads going about their day. Doing things that good men do. Neel and our neighbor Tyler cleaned up the yard of a neighbor of ours who has a new(ish) baby and whose husband is currently deployed. At the pool, the dads were on it. To the point of having a cannonball contest to splash the kids while they waited out adult swim.
Good men abound, really. We should spend more than just a day celebrating them.
And now it's the week. We bundle Neel onto a plane in a few hours, and Cal and I are on our own to muck about as best we can. A lot to do (including baseball camp, but not for me), but that bright light at the end of the tunnel? That's the door to an awaiting airplane.