Father's Day, The End

So there was the running in the morning, and the breakfast, and the canoeing on the lake. What could come next?

Smoothies! Fruit smoothies, that's what came next. We thought perhaps we'd enjoy an ice cream cone, but I realized that I had no cash and Sandy's is unlikely to take plastic. So we headed home.

But on the way home, we passed a Thundercloud.

Want a smoothie? I asked.

Sure! he said.

He got The Blues. I got ... I don't know, I got something very juicy and refreshing and thick and cold. We sat outside and watched the traffic drive by and the people come and go. And we sipped on our smoothies.

And then, get this. Then we drove home, and I took a nap. I mean it was Father's Day. And we got up early and ran. So I was tired. And hot. So I took a nap. I figured I could do that on Father's Day.

And after the nap came the concert. We drove back to the lake in the early evening and met Steve at Zilker Park, where we had canoed just a few hours before. And we set out chairs on the hill under the limbs of the Live Oaks and Cedar Elms.

A breeze came up the hill and cooled us off. The children ran up and down, making joyful noise. People tried to keep their dogs still. Other people tried to keep their toddlers still. The Municipal Band played marches. The piccolos came out in front for the grand finale, Stars and Stripes Forever.

And after the music was gone. After most of the crowd had left. After that, we got in the car and went down the street to Sandy's. We went to Sandy's, the Austin home of frozen custard, and we had cones and shakes.

Running.
Eggs for breakfast.
Canoeing.
Fruit smoothies.
A nap.
A concert in the park.
And frozen custard from Sandy's.

That's what my Father's Day was made of.

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