We had a lovely spring weekend here in Eagan. Friday night was rainy and we hunkered down in the basement with the girls, watching "Close Encounters of the Third Kind." I thought it held up very well over the years, and enjoyed it as did the kids. Nancy was a little disgruntled by the ending. But, you can't please everybody and in our house 3 out of 4 isn't bad. Saturday morning was coffee, computer and futzing around the house until I was sufficiently caffinated and then housecleaning began. As I cleaned I kept a weather eye out the window because it looked like rain. When the house was presentable I decided to risk it and mow the lawn. Normally decisions like that cause the rain to hit right when the half mowed lawn is at it's weirdest stage, but I was lucky and actually finished mowing with more sun than I'd began.
I cleaned myself up and cooked some bacon and sausage for an egg back for Sunday brunch. Then after dinner we headed over to the neighbors' house for a little backyard fire. We've lived there for 5 years and have always gotten along fine with the neighbors across the street. A couple of times a summer one of us will say "We should get together for cocktails" but nothing ever comes of it. So last week when that phrase rolled around I took decisive action and said, "Let's do it this weekend!" We did, and had a good time. Marshmallows were roasted, s'mores were eaten, adult beverages were consumed. They put their kids down to bed, and I walked back to our house with ours. While our kids got into jammies I popped them some popcorn and they picked out a DVD. I told them that when the movie was over they should go to bed if we weren't home. And a good thing too, since we weren't. We were all shocked and horrified to realize it was 2am and we were still around the fire.
Sunday morning the dogs woke me around 7am. I let them out, fed them and went back to bed until 9. Nancy looked at me and the first thing out of her mouth was "The neighbors are dangerous." We staggered out of bed and got brunch items started. I ran to Byerly's for croissants, but they were out. Horrors! Instead, Nancy made some yummy cranberry scones. Mom, Dad and Grandma came over for Mother's Day brunch and took off about 12:30. I rototilled the garden and then spent the rest of the afternoon dusting off the 3 speeds in prep for next weekend's 3 Speed Tour. While up to my elbows in 3 speed schmutz, Emma told me she needed cookies for school on Monday. Which means we have to make them today, Dad. I finished up and helped her with a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. After the kids went to bed I collapsed on the couch. Done, exhausted.