Fin de semana
Or better known as the weekend. And what a weekend it was! For me it started quite early on Tuesday, so my father and I actually did some yardwork, until it got so windy that the leaves blew around. Then we were kind and moved 19 tables that were borrowed for a fundraiser at church. That adventure nearly turned disasterous as the tables were made of that hard, molded plastic which slides around in the back of a pick-up. We managed to save the tables from falling onto the street.Wednesday rolled around and Steve came into town from Montana. Dad's only friend had a tee time for us at Sand Creek Station. After a quick reuben sandwich it was off to the course. I hit some balls, as Dad's only friend, Dad's only friend's son-in-law and Dad's only friend's almost son-in-law-but-rather-impregnater-of-his-other-daughter came along. We decided to play a couple of games involving the Youth vs. the Aged. Before we ever got off the first tee, we were taken out of our rythym because an employee came zipping up on a cart.
"Does anyone here own a white suburban?"
"I do," said Dad's only friend.
"It's on fire in the parking lot."
We were kind of stunned as DOF jumped on the cart and went back to the parking lot. At that point, we heard the sirens as four police cars and one fire engine were making their way to the course. DOF's son-in-law Jason, said that DOF's truck was making funny noises on the way down.
As we waited, we debated on going ahead and playing. We were sure that if the fire wasn't bad DOF would come back and play. There wasn't smoke coming from the parking lot, so I made the guess that it wasn't engulfed in flames. As the group in front of us moved out of range, DOF came back. Apparently his cigarette blew back in and landed in a pile of blueprints behind his row of seats in the back. I guess that blueprints are made of highly flammable material as it smoldered its way to damaging the back of the seats and the carpeting in the cargo area.
Naturally DOF took ribbing for this the rest of the round, but the Aged stomped the Youth too. Sometimes that happens. My thoughts were on the poker game later that night.
The poker game went fairly well. I was down 20 bucks most of the night, but made a comeback late to only end up losing two dollars. When you don't get cards, it sucks. I crawled into bed about 5 a.m. and woke up about 10 so I could shower and head to grandma's for turkey day.
Turkey day was outstanding like always, and a little sad though. Most likely that will be the last thanksgiving we have in that house and that's been a staple for all of my life.
Friday it was football and basketball, which I was looking forward to until I found out that i was working the men's games with Scott. It's one thing to provide color commentary when you know the players and don't know the game, or know the game but not the players. Scott doesn't know either. His idea of color is to repeat the score often. It's so bad, I don't even listen to what he says. Same with Saturday, I found myself scanning for people to come and do the color while he was talking.
It was a very good weekend!
posted by Rusty @ 10:33 AM
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