This fine Sunday started with a phone call. Mom has a weather alert radio, and she called to let me know a storm was headed our direction packing 60 mph winds. That means a mad scramble to let dogs out, secure the pool rafts and more, and wait.
A few hours later, my phone rings again. It’s Ben. He is checking the time they are to arrive this afternoon to celebrate my Mom’s birthday…and Father’s Day. Cookout planned, cake is ready and we’re still on schedule. BUT…while I was talking to him, I missed another call!
I listen to the voice message from my Aunt Shirley, who rents a house from me, and she’s asking to borrow $50. No big deal, I continue on with the message. The reason she needs the $50 is because she’s flooded the house, and had to rent a carpet sucker. Wonderful…
So Perry and I call the pesky neighbors, ask to borrow a sewer tape, and head out the front door. Perry stoops to pick up a large limb, blown from a tree during the storm. He stoops to pick up another one, JUMPS back and misses my broken foot by about a foot…
As the slippery lil’ dude headed into the flowers, I yell, “Grab his tail!” Perry looked at me as if to say, “Are you freaking kidding me?” We named him Larry. Right after he slid under the house. I figure he’ll come out tonight at some point. Probably when I’m sleeping.
Running only about 30 minutes behind with the burgers, the rest of the afternoon was perfect. Almost. It only rained a little, and Perry was the only one forced to stand outside by the grill. After the meal and before cake and ice-cream, we gathered for a few shots. Ok, so a bajillion shots. I’ll probably be sharing them for the next few days, but here are a few…
