Saturday night, Will and I rode our bikes to Burger Jones - maybe a 6 mile ride up there? Oh, Google says it's 5.8 miles. Anyway, it was just enough to put a little pink in our cheeks, but not enough to make us too sweaty to enter the restaurant. The burgers there are soooo good.
On the way home we were supposed to meet up with Bill and the boys at the Lake Harriet bandshell, and we beat them there, so we took an extra lap around the lake. Then we listened to musician, whom we christened James Baylor because he sounded so similar to James Taylor. Um, it seemed funny at the time...it was great to just joke around with Will, and be amused by something other than the children, as entertaining as they are.
Liam and Timothy arrived, fairly coated with ketchup and ice cream, and Liam was sporting a firefighter badge from the neighborhood carnival. We hung around for a while feeding popcorn to the ducks. Then they rode the PCC streetcar, Liam's favorite, two times with Grandpa Bill, and Will and I biked home.
I love summer evenings like this! Why does summer always fly past in a blur of errands and obligations and busy-ness? Now that we've reached the second half of August, I feel frantic. I want to suck every last drop out of summer. But that's counterproductive, right? The trick is to find a way to relax and enjoy it, when the time remaining to do so is slipping away. *sigh*
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