Mike hates posed pictures. Steve poses as part of his profession. I grabbed this one, in the car, as he was trying to escape.
|Making a break for the airport||Kris stayed with us...she's heard him sing a few times...and quickly acclimated to our schedule that includes meals, naps, walks, naps, sitting by the lake, naps, sipping wine during sunset......you get it.|
It's always good to hang with Jan. And she enjoyed another of our activities: eating melon. Lots of melon.
Which begs the question: (earth shaking): to salt or not to salt?
Yet another difference between me and my guy: he salts his melon. Really. I don't know if this is a Hoosier thing, a Bolinger thing or just HIS thing. Personally, I can't imagine messing with the sweet, juicy taste of fresh melon. Especially when someone ELSE has cut it all up in nice chunks for me to grab and enjoy.
|Lots of melon|
|Anniversary Dinner 6/8/12|
During this great week of family (and naps), the hub and I clicked off another anniversary. 38 years since we pledged the pledge, in front of God, family, the world.
Steve and Kris treated us to a celebratory dinner at Winona Lake's Boathouse. Such fun.
Great times. Today, after the family had left (after laundering all the sheets and towels! Thanks, Kris), we took a quick trip to Fort Wayne. We were itching for a little Barnes and Noble. Then, home for lunch and, big surprise, a great afternoon nap.
Such is the flow of life in Northern Indiana right now.