How is it that even a three-day weekend can seem so short? I don’t know that it was perceptually any longer than a standard two-day break. Bah. Whatever. It was nice while it lasted.
Leah’s parents were in town Saturday and Sunday, and we took them out to the MacBride Raptor Project so we could all look at the injured birds. Afterwards we enjoyed a picnic dinner on what was an absolutely gorgeous day. We even stopped for ice cream on the way home. It was a pretty full afternoon. Sunday morning we drove down to the Amana Colonies and had a big fat family style breakfast. Later on Sunday, the guy we’re hoping will do the work on our house addition stopped by to look at the place and talk over possible options with us. He seemed excited about the project; now “all” we have to do is get a plan drawn up and get on his schedule as soon as possible.
Oh, also on Saturday I peeled a bunch of tomatoes, chopped some onions and fresh basil, and made some tomato sauce to freeze. It tasted pretty good before I packed it away. I can’t wait to pull some out at the end of January and enjoy a little taste of summer.
Tomorrow’s our wedding anniversary. Three years. Life can really run you over when you’re not looking. And I’ve been run over. By the love bus.