A four day weekend for me, I did my best to not waste it. Only 50 miles or so ridden and those not until Monday morning. Projects and chores done, meals and coffee with friends all made the time off rich and good.
Visiting dad's flag among the so many others up in Oakwood made it even better. I parked here and walked a few of the loops where other family and friends have been laid to rest. Dad was lucky enough to come home and the most I ever remember of his South Pacific stories were the fun parts with his buddies and the typhoon he didn't think he'd survive. I heard enough more about some of his friends that never made it back home.
An Asian bike in front of an American Sailor's headstone. It took awhile but dad came to know and understand things that had to change and that during his rich and full life, did.
The lawn was mowed, some oil changed and in the late evening, a picnic on the bluff. Throughout the year and not always just in season, we take advantage of our next door neighbor, Frontenac State Park by going Sunday (in this case, Monday) evening when, the crowds gone, the park gets very quiet for the week. I started the campfire at 7 and we enjoyed our last s'mores just before 10pm.
Hanna is home from Cleveland for the week and it was paramount that at least one evening was spent overlooking the Mississippi and our State to the east.