In contrast to last week, we’ve had nothing but perfect spring days this week. I’ve tried to get out and do something outside every day after work, even it it’s just walking over to the supermarket.
On Wednesday I got home a bit early, so we walked over the community center and get some children’s books from the library there. It takes about 20 minutes to walk there, during which time Ray sat alertly, mocking me as I tried to take his picture. The barley as turned yellow, and I supposed it will be harvested soon. It really stands out against the ever-greener rice.
On my way home tonight, taking in the spring temperatures and near-cloudless skies, it became clear that I had to do some grilling this evening. I wasn’t actually that concerned with cooking anything, but in a very primal man way, as long as I was outside with some fire and some beer I would be content. I’m looking forward to the summer months when it seems someone in the neighborhood is our grilling nightly, if not hanging out on the stoop sipping a beverage and enjoying the evening. It was a bit lonely grilling tonight. Of course, I seemed to be the only male in the neighborhood who made it home before sundown — three hours later and I’m still in the minority.
Ray hung out for a while in his stroller, and once the sparks started flying I brought him inside. Once the food was rolling of the the line he and Chieko came out again he we ate straight off the grill.
I’m not long for consciousness at this point, but the weekend is rocking so far.