Year 2, Day 110: Lots of Action

Saturday, after poker, as many readers know, is often a very S-L-O-W time for me but this AM was different. When I got home from cards last night Emily and my niece were still up so in the AM I was probably among the most familiar with being that tired (of the adults). Ruby and I set out earlyish (9AM) to get a toy for the birthday party we were to attend later that day. Alas, my memory did not serve and the toy store opened at 9:30, not 9, so we had to kill time. We decided to go to Dunkin Donuts, but to walk, not to drive, and it was not an insubstantial walk. Naturally, we also had to walk back, and then we had to walk to the birthday party (since it was right in our neighborhood). Although I'm used to a long walk, it seemed like a lot of walking for me. Ruby and I both ate prior to going to the birthday party, because the invitation did not specify lunch, even though when I called this neighbor she said "we have a ton of food." That really isn't very helpful when you're planning for your kid's lunch (or even my own). When we got there it was chicken, sausage, hot dogs and hamburgers, prepared by the birthday girl's father, a professional chef. Ruby was only interested in the chips and salsa (she's going through a phase) but at the suggestion of the host, I had a sausage, which despite advertisements, was not at all spicy, but rather cheesy.


Breakfast
1 Cup Kashi Go Lean
1 Cup Heritage Flakes
1 Cup Blueberries/Strawberries
1 Cup 8th Continent Light Soy Milk

Snack
1 Small Dunkin Donuts Ice Coffee (black)
3 oz. 50% Jalapeno Cheddar
1 Rye Vita Cracker

Lunch (Part One)
Ham & Cheese Omelet
1 Rye Vita Cracker with Butter

Lunch (Part Two: Birthday Party)
1 Not Spicy Sausage

Pre-Tennis Snack
1 Joy Stick

Dinner
Hamburger
Peppadews
Pickles
Salad with Cauliflower and Feta
Bok Choy

Emily thought that a Sunday Morning tennis match would be a good Father's Day gift, but since our niece was going home on Sunday morning, Saturday turned out to be the best day, even though we were all quite tired. Also, they were predicting hot hot humid Sunday, so it seemed like late Saturday would be good, though it was quite muggy. We played some pretty out-of-fine-shape tennis and by the end we were both ready to be carried off the courts, much like Carl Weathers and Sly Stallone at the end of Rocky. The score, for those who have interest in such things, was 6-3, Emily.