So it’s Saturday. The weekend technically started yesterday evening, but the fun didn’t start until today. First up? I mowed the lawn. Traditionally, I don’t mind doing yard work. But it loses a bit of it’s pizazz once the Indiana humidity kicks in for the summer. Ick! Doesn’t help either that every time I mow I end up a sneezy, snotty mess.
Anyways, now I’m relaxing in the A/C in preparation for the big show tonight. We’ll be heading out to the Picnic with the Pops. Full orchestra, great music and best of all: fireworks (set off w/ music ending in the 1812 Overture complete with canon fire). I like stuff that goes boom. Abby will likely be scared to death. She’s not a fan of thunder, so canon fire and close-range fireworks are likely to set her off. But we’ve been talking it up all week, so hopefully she’ll be a trooper.
And if that’s not enough excitement, tomorrow is the big Lee family reunion. I say big because of the sheer number of Lees. There’s the 13 siblings (I’m #14), significant others, my dad and plenty of uncles/aunts/cousins/random relatives to go around. I’ve only missed the Lee reunion once or twice in my life, but this will be the first time it’s been held at my dad’s place in a few years. This makes me happy… I don’t like having those types of events at neutral parks, etc. For one, you can’t drink. ; ) But more to the point, having a family gathering on family property just makes it more special (some of my older siblings are giving tours of the Lee Cemetery – sounds creepy, but not all of us know the full Lee history!).
This is kind of the official launch into summer I suppose. I think we have something planned every weekend in July. There’s a 4th party, a gathering of old Kerasotes co-workers, a trip to Tennessee, a Dave Matthews Band concert and if all goes well – a camping trip or 2. Oh, and my 8th wedding anniversary is in July, too. Wow. 8 years. We’re getting old-ish.