...Meanwhile, It's Suddenly Monday

Had a great weekend. Picked up RG3 on Friday and had him all weekend. Saturday was chock-full of great stuff to do and places to play. We got to as many as possible. We went to the Animal Shelter's Wiener Races at Wolf Pen Creek. I had no idea there were so many dachshund canines and sympathisers in the Brazos Valley. Many of the dogs in attendance dressed for Halloween. Big crowd, beautiful weather. We had to leave before the first heat of races (perhaps "heat" is not a good choice of words) to get over to Lowes for our ant-less picnic and radio broadcast where we could see some of the aerial acrobatics at the Colter Field Air Show right for the Bar B Q rig. At some point RG3 went from being my Roadie to Assistant Cook to sit-down/lay-down protester. He perched himself on the floor of the KORA Kooker blocking ingress and egress. Yes, it was nap time. For both of us, but he's the only one who actually got to sleep. So while the limo carried him away to Dreamland, I remained dreaming with my eyes wide open.

Sunday, after seeing the Mighty Houston Texans finally secure a viable win versus a decent team, I got out to cut the grass at last. It's not that I was avoiding it- not completely, anyway- but for some reason, Old Dependable, my vintage lawnmower wouldn't start. Even though I had done extensive repairs and reconditioning to it (changed the spark plug and added fresh gas). Luckily, George Weber of our Ace KORA Engineering Staff lives next door to me and offered the use of his mower. RG3 was to be my Helper for that job, as well. Except for one problem: he's scairt of the lawnmower. The boy is 2.5 years old and used to be fearless. A little too fearless sometimes, but now he's afraid of the lawnmower, the vacuum cleaner, occasionally the shower and a stuffed plush Winnie-The-Pooh toy. He loves the cartoon, is terrified of the tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff. Silly old boy. It occurs to me this just be may be a way to avoid doing work around the house as he gets older. Well, that still doesn't really explain the bear...

I swear we weren't outside five minutes before being feasted on by wild 'skeeters. The recent rains have produced a plethora, not to mention a whole bunch, of those bloodsuckers. But they were out early. I thought dusk was Prime Time for Mosquitoes. This was right around 3 o'clock. And they've become more persistent. In fact, for the second weekend in a row those vampires have followed us into the car and continued the assault as we attempted to escape down the highway. Maybe these are the special African Aggressive "Killer" Mosquito breed.
Remember the old days when bugs were just pests and not potential carriers of West Nile virus?