Southern Man

Friday, March 16, 2012

Spring Break Day 1

And it has been a busy one: early morning appointment with the personal trainer, a few hours in the office to organize and grade (which will have to be repeated a few times over the week), errands at two banks (geocaching along the way, of course), and then home to grab The Titan and hit a nearby neighborhood for a free load of wood.

They'd taken down a pretty big tree and this load wasn't a fifth of what they had stacked at curbside. Southern Man may make a second pass later this week. These big logs are destined to become seating around the firepit.

On the drive back to la casa Southern Man figured he had a good hour and a half to get ready for a family dinner so he sauntered in and made up a batch of spicy bean soup and then sat at the PC and only then realized that he'd neglected to reset the pickup clock and was an hour behind so after a quick shower he dashed to a local pizza place to meet Southern Parents and various cousins and relations for family dinner.

Great Uncle, Great Aunt, Southern Father, Southern Mother.

That cutie is Southern Man's second cousin; her equally cute mom is Southern Father's first cousin. Or Southern Man's first cousin once removed. Or something like that.

No one is really quite sure where she got that umbrella.

And then it was off to the monthly Friday Night Bowling! Southern Man was an hour late and the attendant at the lanes just waved him through without charging him. He managed to squeeze in three mediocre games and as always we had a good time.

Photographic evidence that Southern Man has a social life that occasionally includes girls.

And finally Southern Man arrived home in time to see the 'fridge stocked with a new brand of beer and a sign from Teen Daughter: Don't Drink My Blue Moon! Of course Southern Man drank one anyway. It's pretty good, especially with spicy bean soup. She came home after the evidence had disappeared and we had a nice chat before we both drifted back to our bedrooms for the night.


At Sunday, March 18, 2012, Anonymous Anonymous said...

you are lucky man. most daughters want to live with their momma. very few stay with dad. how did you get so lucky.

At Sunday, March 18, 2012, Anonymous Anonymous said...


As of 1984 the minimum legal drinking age is 21. Adults who allow and/or furnish the minor is subject of fines and jail time.

The web police is alive and well.
Careful what you post. Just saying...


At Sunday, March 18, 2012, Blogger Southern Man said...

I'm lucky to have had good relationships with all of my kids after the divorce. @Riley, thanks for the warning; I'll be more careful in the future.


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