Summertime, and the Livin' is Easy...

Another weekend is in the books, and it was a good one. Friday night, we decided to walk over to the Hamburg Doner German restaurant (Now called Doner Bistro, much to Kev's dismay) for brats on the patio and some music by the omnipresent Dave Pepper. Dave Pepper is an English transplant who plays (mostly) classic hits (think Beatles, Kinks, etc.) and who I see EVERYWHERE I go around town. He messes up the lyrics now and then, but he's a lot of fun to see. Daphne was even singing along. This week, he added Mad World to his set, probably due to the recent Adam Lambert version being so popular. Such a great song. I will have to bust out some Tears for Fears if I can find it.

Saturday, we had another block party, this time because two families on the cul de sac are moving away this summer. It is such a drag. Five of Daphne's friends will suddely be gone. I am hoping for good new neighbors with nice kids soon, but houses around here aren't selling very quickly, and the neighbors we're losing will be hard to replace. One of the neighbors put up the water slide (above) to keep the kids entertained during the party, and did it ever! They had so much fun. It took Daphne about 30 minutes to work up the nerve to get in, but once she did, there was almost no getting her out. I have to admit, I really wanted to go down the slide, but I was told the age limit was about 10, and I'm pretty sure I couldn't pass for that. Anyway, we grilled burgers from the farmer's market (b-y-o-Meat) and had a great time watching Daphne have fun with her friends. Good times, but kinda sad.

Sunday morning was all about yardwork for Kev again. Daphne and I went out to play after he finished mowing. It wasn't too hot and gnatty, and we had a lot of fun checking out all the new stuff growing in the yard. The tomatoes will be ready soon. Too bad I don't like tomatoes. I wish we could grow grits or goat cheese. Actually, it wouldn't be a bad idea to get a goat. It might save Kev some time on the yardwork.

Sunday afternoon, we got a babysitter so Kev and I could take a three-hour vacation. I packed up a lunch, and we went to two local wineries, Fabbioli and Tarara. The drive was so pretty. We saw wildflowers:

And donkeys and ostriches and cows and goats and hills and mountains and forests. It was great. I didn't want to go home.

This morning, by some miracle, Daphne slept in a little, and I got to spend about 20 minutes alone on the porch swing with my coffee. A very good way to start the week. The rest of the day has been hectic, though, and Daphne only took a 20 minute nap, so I didn't get a break this afternoon. I had big plans for naptime, too. Our Netflix subscription ran out, and I have to watch the last movie we have and return it by Thursday, so I was gonna watch it today. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

So, things are good. Time is flying and that means my parents and Jeff will be here soon. The next couple of months are going to be busy. We have Father's Day next weekend, then visitors from Texas for a week, then 4th of July, a trip to Long Island, a couple of little mini classes for Daphne at the rec center, a trip to Ocean City, and a trip to Hershey. Fall (and the first day of preschool!) will be here before I know it. And that's fine by me. I gotta say, though, summer here hasn't been terrible. At least so far, it's delightfully cool in the mornings and evenings, even on hot days. I feel for everyone back home, where I think it's supposed to be 99 degrees today.

So, everyone, hurry and move to Virginia! You can hang out with me on my porch! At least three houses are for sale within walking distance of mine...

I'm just sayin'.