1. Carol, Paul, and Zoe invited the family over to their back yard to see how they had improved their deck. Paul built a new wooden structure -- I can't remember what it's called -- it's like a rectangular arch -- and they stretched a big triangular piece of fabric over the top of the deck to provide shade. I don't remember what that thing is called either. The new look is handsome and pragmatic.
The Roberts served us my favorite kind of spread: salami, bread that Zoe made, artichoke dip, cheeses, apple slices, dill pickles, pickled beets, pickled asparagus, and other food items that we put on small plates. They also served red and white wine.
2. This afternoon's party was also Gibbs' first trip away from home since we took him into our home. We aren't ready to leave him home alone just yet. He was a champ at today's party. He loved running around in Carol and Paul's big back yard. He didn't freak out in the presence of Sadie, the Roberts' Pomeranian, and he was confident and fearless as he bopped from one person to another, got held, petted, talked to, and praised.
3. Debbie and I returned home and, before long, we resumed our current routine of watching a couple more episodes of Monk. It's an even better show than I remember it being from the few times I watched it when I'd visit Mom. It's smart with terrific acting and, to be honest, every episode seems to touch me with some moment of tenderness. I don't remember having this experience years ago, but it's sure the case now.
Guess what? Today is International Mud Day and Stu wrote a limerick:
You don’t want this stuff on your shirt.
So, on a walk after rain be alert.
In far off Nepal,
This thought started it all.
To celebrate water mixed with dirt.
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