As I sit here and write, Barkley getting a snooze in, I think how quickly the last three days went by. I think perhaps there is something in bacon that effects the space time continuum, or perhaps it was the good company.
There was certainly plenty of both over the course of a few days
BLT's with candied bacon and Basil Aoili (From Black Swan Brewpub near I70 and Highway 267)
Bacon Waffles with Sriracha Maple Syrup (recipe in comments) a HOTR Breakfast for Dinner favorite
Tam's trusty stead
And another potentially famous bike, if only for one of those "guy who fell down the mountain on skis Wide World of Sports" moments. (Yes, thank you, the first aid kit next to the bikes IS a good idea.Barkley. . .
with a Big Ball.
He tried to first hump it (get your blurry dog photos here!) but as it rolled that didn't work out so well, think less love scene in Romeo and Juliet and more bears mating on roller skates.
Then he tried to bite it. That also wasn't working so well, the jaws, just NOT big enough.
Miss D. and I watched from the
tailgate of my truck safety of the jeep, with a glass of mead.
It was only a matter of time.
Bandages, when one has lathes and labs there's going to be bandages.
Then there were Brewpubs.
Twenty Tap with Tam and Roberta.
Topics included Bats at the Indianapolis Zoo and Batman, an actual Batmobile having been spoted in I-70 by yours truly a few days prior.
Me. "I waved, he waved. But he didn't signal when he was changing lanes." (Seriously, I about ZAP! POW! BAM!'d his back bumper when he suddenly cut in front of me.)
Roberta X: "The Bat Signal is only for use in emergencies."
Miss D: "People signal Batman; Batman doesn't signal people."
There was much laughter, some beer and some iced tea and many tales of adventure.
Zercool, who missed dinner with us due to traffic from construction and a major fire in Indy. Fortunately he had time for a little plate of home cooking (which included roast sweet potato with cinnamon pear balsamic glaze) and some visiting before he continued his trip West in the morning.
The dogs finally curled up and sleeping, we talked, a Scotch was poured and it was time for sleep
It's Sunday - another breakfast. . .
and Books. There's always some great finds at Half Priced Books.
Plus, you can learn all KINDS of things at the Bookstore.
Or just needle someone.
Blessed I am.
Three out of the last four weekends, I've had friends, people I've met on the Internet, people who are now family to me, visit my home, to laugh, to share, to toast, to share my table.
Even if the table just has on it the remains of a game of