I bought a couple of suits

It's a slow news day. Yup, I finally buckled and bought a suit. My buddy's daughter is getting married on Saturday, and I figured I'd get a suit for it. Every man *should* have two suits anyway, one for festive and one for sombre occasions. The experience wasn't nearly as bad as I expected, though I've been dreading and avoiding it. The two gentlemen who helped me knew their trade, were polite and patient, and completely natural and unpretentious. I felt at ease as the fellow told me that the bottom button is never buttoned on the suit jacket, and explained why the pants were so long. I'm a Goober.

At least I'll be a well-dressed Goober at the wedding and reception.

Easter

Easter morning was bright and sunny, though a bit cool yet. My daffodils have started to bloom, adding a nice splash of color to the front of the house.


I headed off to my sister's house for Easter dinner and some fun, but first I stopped at Mom & Dad's to see how the old farm looks. Dad's demo of the quonset hut is coming along. It's sad to see the old buildings falling apart. There used to be a corn-crib and a grainery too.

The barn looks in FINE shape still. Look at those straight lines. They sure knew how to build to last 100 years ago. Of course the new siding and paint job we put on 10 years ago helps. Notice the ladder leading to the top of the pear tree? Pop is fearless at 77. I'd be nervous about going up that ladder, and I make a living climbing!


Hammamia was happy to see me. Or bored. (This picture is for David)


My sister Megan, and her daughters were already there when Mom, Dad, and I arrived. I told Autumn that she had the wrong color scheme for this holiday.


Shelby let me create a character on her World of Warcraft account (actually, Kerry's account), just to check it out. Beautiful graphics! Sometimes I miss the old Everquest days.

I took some time to show my dad the old pictures my cousins had put up on the GENI site, and we tried to get the names of some of the people Aunt Joann couldn't remember. Dad had a few more names, and he really enjoyed seeing those pictures. He said it was like a history lesson. Then I headed out to the Man Den, for a few cold beers, Cavs AND Indians games, and to see my brother-in-law's (Kerry's husband, Tom) new project with his nephew. James' car is a 1970 Olds 442.






Some day, it'll look like my other brother-in-law's car (Stacey's husband, Brian). It's the exact same car. I wish I knew how to do automotive work. It looks like it would be very rewarding. One of these days, I'll get some pictures of the car Tom has already restored.

Back home again

When I got home from Indiana, Tina and I took Katie for a walk at the local park. While Katie made dootie, Tina prepared to do her duty. Dootie-duty. (I'm a damn fine writer, aren't I?)


No one told Katie that she wasn't supposed to go for a swim, so while I walked out onto little "duck island", Katie followed me, though she took the muddy route. I couldn't stop laughing while Tina was yelling for Katie to get out of the mud. I didn't mention that Tina wore a white sweater that day, did I...?

I ran her around a bit to try her, and wipe some of the mud off.


We put her in the back of the truck for the ride home, then right into the laundry sink for a bath. She used to be afraid of that sink, but now she just sits down under the warm water and enjoys it.

I don't know why Katie used to be afraid of the sink. Just because it looks like it belongs in a slaughterhouse. Those stains do look like blood, don't they? Hmmmm.


Yes, I made Tina do all the work while I cheered from the sidelines.