Our house, that is.
My mother-in-law arrived June 18; we put her on a plane last night at 2330 hours. Low-impact, as visitors go, and a good conversationalist ... but after two weeks and five days, we were all out of things to talk about.
But now we can relax, and stroll around in jammies if we wish.
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And a brief word about fireworks: we heard almost none last night. All together, less than 20 seconds' worth. Very strange, that. In previous years, they've started mid-June and run through August.
I don't know if they've grown too expensive (unlikely), or perhaps no one feels much like celebrating (more likely).
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A busy weekend ahead: heading out to the gas station, post office, and Lowe's this morning. Cabela's this afternoon, and then Younger Daughter plans to introduce my wife to the fine art of bouldering and rock-climbing.
Tomorrow, we'll make a family trip to the range. I'll finally be able to get pics of me with the M1 Garand, and will practice the things I learned at the Appleseed event last weekend.
Y'all have a great Saturday; thanks for stopping by.