The husband worked half day from home on Friday then we headed out to Prior Lake. It was pretty much empty, which is a crime for such a beautiful day but worked for us. There is this one tree
It's the tree just behind the fistbump (yeah, I don't know why he does that either). It's getting there, just not there. Now THIS one...this one is there:
But the man...well he was in his element, his happy place:
We had lunch on the boat, made a quick stop at Captain Jacks and took an #indiansummerselfie:
Wait...can you say Indian Summer anymore?/insert politically correct eye-roll
Friday night was also the homecoming game. No child involved in game related events meant we didn't have to stay for the game so we hightailed it off for dinner and a rewatching (several times) of Jeter's clutch hit in his last game in Yankee Stadium (seriously...what a way to end your career).
Saturday started much like Friday so we dropped the boat into O'Dowd for a couple hours with the ifloat and my youngest and her two friends actually braved the water:
Saturday was also the Homecoming Dance so I had to trot off to where pictures were being taken.
*sidebar* OK, I get that kids want to get pictures taken with their friends (especially girls, as you'll see) and I get that it's convenient to do them all at once and be done. But when did taking pictures become almost a bigger party than the actual dance? And someone has to host these types of events which means it almost always falls to the parents who have the large homes (50 kids PLUS their parents) with bonus points if they have professionally (or appearingly so) landscaped yards. Not many do, so it tends to fall to the same people. Luckily, most kids (thanks to moms) don't arrive empty handed and, hopefully, are respectful. At any rate, here is my middle daughter's group of friends (doing the "gang" sign that she has made famous, by doing in EVERY.SINGLE.PICTURE):
And the gingers in the group:
I hope the neighbors thanked all the girls for aerating their lawn.
Sunday dawned, beautiful again and off to church we went. I know that I've talked before about how the message always seems to be directed at me and Sunday was no exception. Still, I heard an interesting line which resonated SO much:
Religion is man reaching for God.
Christianity is God reaching for man through Jesus.
It doesn't get any clearer than that.
Having replanted my pots to reflect the season earlier in the week:
I started cutting down my perennials. HOLY CRAP do we have a lot of perennials. And I probably only did about a third of them. I leave the sedum and the flame grass through the winter, but I also hack back the hydrangea (which I also left for later). But the funny part was I was working for about an hour with my iphone set to music when I got a message from a local bar letting me know that they have some football specials going on. Which alone wouldn't have been funny but they ended the text with the following hashtags: #sundayfunday #lategame #enoughyardwork⃖ Like a voice from above, right?
I really hope we get one more weekend like this, but as I learned at church, I will count my blessings. And the minutes until these kind of days return.