12 beers, 10 bags of trash, 2 steaks, one busy weekend.

For a quiet weekend, we sure got a hell of alot done.

Nothing huge on Friday – met up with Ben and headed over for the Mexi-tastic Los Amigos over on Harford Road. Or is it Belair?  Wait…  Google Maps tells me it’s Harford.

Anywho, the mexican was awesome, and we returned home to… do nothing. And it was aweseom. The neighbors came home after a bit and the five of us sat around on the back porch and just shot the breeze. Chatted about everything and nothing. Drank some beer. It was everything a quiet Friday night should be.

Saturday, Emily and I attacked the basement. Showed it who’s boss. (Emily. With me a close second.) The clutter down there was getting a bit out of hand and with the expectation of returning from our wedding in a few months owning every kind of blender, panini press, cookware, crokery, and maybe a monkey butler, we decided we needed more storage room. So, down in to the batcave we went – armed with some hefty bags and a fierce determination to civilize the untamed wastes.


I don’t know if we did all that, but we definitely bagged up a half-dozen bags of trash or so and drove down to the recycling lot/mini-dump on Sisson with 2 big bundles of broken-down cardboard and one past-its-prime hamper.

With all that work done, there was nothing left to do but grill! And grill we did. Steak, mushrooms, ‘sparagus, and some whole-grain rolls (y’know, for the starch). Fantastic.

By Sunday, our energy was not in effect. And we had yardwork to do. Somehow we got it done though. 4 more trashbags of general yard waste, one giant shrub brought under control, and the weedy, wild border of our yard a little less weedy and alot less wild.

Filled out the DJ’s book for the reception – specified the must-haves and the oh-hell-no’s. Today I printed the wedding invitation inserts (directions and hotel info and whatnot) and , I believe, invitations will be stuffed this week and out after that.

Oh, and we fly to another wedding this weekend. This time: Missouri.

So busy, but having fun along the way.

Isn’t that what life is. What life should be?

Sunny Skies

This weekend my family, under a cloudy but clearing sky, sat in a back yard near Hershey, PA, and watched my cousin get married.

It was a small cermony, warm and beautiful and exactly like the two of them. Her father, a minister, performed the ceremony while my cousin’s dog played among the grass to the side.

Afterwards, we ate and laughed and took pictures.

It’s funny when you realize as it’s happening that you are in a moment that you will remember for the rest of your life. You almost feel like you should be doing or saying something more important, something with gravity. But you can’t, or maybe you shouldn’t. You should just let the moment come and wash over you, content with warm memories of family and days spent under increasingly sunny skies.