It was nearly a perfect Mike Day. We got all the way up Route 151 to find the Blue Ridge Parkway closed. We couldn’t get to Black Balsam.
So, we went to the edge of the Davidson River in Brevard and had our little toast to Mike there. It’s a trout stream next to a campground, so I think Mike — or some squirrel — will find the unwrapped Cadbury Creme egg we left.
Rob got his walk in and we got our little ritual in.
The temperature reached into the 80s and the plaid flannel pants were so hot I had to change into plaid shorts for dinner.
Danny joked that he’s my favorite now because I have no other choice. Well, even if I had a choice …
I always told the kids they were both my favorites for different reasons. It’s the same thing I tell my grandkids. They each bring something different to my life.
It was good to spend the day with them and with Annie. I felt so held up by everyone, including the family and friends who sent their love and prayers.
The nights are warm and breezy here in Ft. Worth, good porch sittin’ weather. My friend and I decided to sit out on the balcony and eat dinner, laughing and talking. ‘Twas lovely. Those were my favorite times with Mike (and Janet, and whoever else decided to join us), just hanging out in front of their house and causing all sorts of trouble.
Oh! and wore my plaid to work…’tis a good thing they have a fairly relaxed dress code!