Great Weekend! July 4 - by Dad

Most July four weekends pass as unnoticed as a Ford Taurus in the other lane.  However, this weekend was truly memorable! First the big pour at Flakes Mill K.H. went very well and turned out nicely.  The brothers worked hard and put down 183 yards. It was all pumped except for the last two trucks. The locals spread a great feast. We ate under the big trees on picnic tables and had some fine association.  As usual everybody split after lunch.  The committee headed over to Conyers to check out the next job.  Joey and Nicole came to the site and did all the cutting with Soffcut II.

I came home feeling totally spent physically but charged up spiritually.  Got in the bubbly pool. Mom came in too after getting home from visiting Lydia at the hospital.  Joey and Nicole came over and brought steamed mussels.  We made spaghetti Bolognese to go with the mussels, had a few bottles of wine, and returned to the hot tub.  The music changed to 50s rock and roll at unusually high volume levels.  The girls started dancing. And then as darkness covered the acreage, Griffin (which municipality must not own a calender) started their anual fire works display. Well it was quite impressve from our perspective, and a lot of fun, and a big laugh that the show came a day early.  It mitigated the guilt of enjoying it.

The real super cookout came the next day.  After a rousing talk by Richard Stusak, where we were told that the English letter T came from the god Tamuz, and that church steeples were representations of male members, we went over to Dave Cunningham's house. There were representatives there from at least 9 congregations, and everybody brought lots of food.  All the hunter, killer, cooks came out of the woods with their smoker grill trailers and heavy artillery trucks and made some great barbeque.  It was like some kind of  competition for them I'm sure.  We got the benefit no matter who thinks they trumped the other. One such survivalist smoker chef had a camoflage truck, camoflage coveralls, and even camoflage flip flops (Barbie goes to Afganistan). There was plenty of good conversation, a lot of reminiscing over the old days.  It was good to see all the brothers and sisters there who have endured the ravages of time. (Time is a great teacher but it kills all its students.)

So today is Monday July 5.  It would be nice to get back to a normal life but now, after all of that, the world considers this a holiday.