The fruits of our labors, etc.

Friday night, we went to look at a bedroom dresser set someone was selling, to help our daughter and son in law in the interim before they buy a new set - to replace the stuff they lost in an apartment fire back in March. We ended up buying the set. Then my wife figured, while we were out in this neck of town that we seldom reach, why don't we pick strawberries? I look back fondly at picking strawberries. We used to do it with the kids when they were home, and it was a fun family activity. Except both kids have since told us - in no uncertain terms - how they HATED to go pick fruit, especially strawberries, because they are small and take forever to pick. Plus you have to bend over as opposed to picking apples or peaches right off the trees. Anyhow, it was 8:40 when we started picking and the place closed at 9:00. We got a quick four quarts in twenty minutes (possibly a new personal best) and called it a night; it is great to have the smell of strawberries around, and they do taste fine.

Saturday we attended a wedding of a friend of our son's. We know the family a bit and they were glad we were there, and it was a fine time, chatting with other parents of other friends of our son's. This younger generation was having a wonderful time out on the dance floor, just seeing each other, as some have been scattered around the state or country or planet to pursue school or career. It is good to see them together when they get the chance.

We even hit the dance floor for an an obligatory one song. There is just something about Ms. Aretha Franklin singing R-E-S-P-E-C-T that gets the happy feet going.

Got home to a houseful of friends from college who have kept up approximately monthly weekend visits for thirty years now. They come from Dayton, Lansing, and lesser known reaches. We somehow slept twelve here last night - everyone on some sort of mattress or facsimile thereof. Our son and his girlfriend left for Columbus this afternoon in a van containing that organ that had taken up too much space in the parlor. I'll miss it, as it had some cool features. But it is nice to be able to walk around in the parlor again. Meanwhile, a bedroom dresser set now resides in our garage until it is figured out how to get it to the daughter's place.

A fine weekend, all told, but the kind that makes you want to go to work on Monday (after some cereal with strawberries on it for breakfast!) to get some rest.