A Hot, Hot, Hot Man-cation

July 27, 2010

The heat here is more oppressive than it is in Florida, probably due to NO BREEZE except when the thunderstorm rolled in!

Mancation time – the guys went golfing leaving at 5:45 AM for an hour and fifteen minute drive to a gorgeous Robert Trent Jones course. Reports are that everyone played well and had a great time. The golf course kept the golfers cool and hydrated with water and icy towels periodically throughout the day. It seems that there were no photographers on the golf outing to document the fun.

Aunt Jan was pool side bright and early with Janet, Lanna and Zack.

Dayna, Susan and I decided we needed some retail therapy—Michael was our chauffer but unfortunately all we could find was the aforementioned Super Walmart. We ran into Krissy, Annette, Fletcher and Andy who were buying food and paper goods for tonight’s “Italian Night”. Andy and Fletch had a glazed look in their eyes that I didn’t understand until later. They had been in WALMART for THREE (3) HOURS. That will probably be the highlight of their entire trip.

Dino and his brother Pete came busting into our house with tomatoes, basil, parsley and garlic to prepare the sauce. I felt like Dad was here—the two brothers in this kitchen cooking together have so many of Dad’s qualities. It warmed my heart. Krissy and others are busy rolling meatballs in another house. I am sure that Mom’s spirit is in that kitchen.

The delicious Italian dinner was held at Clubama (the conference room that we have overtaken for the week). Rigatoni & Meatballs, salad, cheese bread…..no Italian Restaurant could have topped it. The evening concluded with cards and conversation—slightly subdued from the previous night but the difference would probably not be distinguishable to the novice of this kind of craziness.

Barefoot Night Basketball

fun but hard on the feet

Did I mention that in addition to about 50 Italian aunts, uncles, and cousins we had one cousin with French lineage who is rather small and very fuzzy?

Elvis Costello Sheehan!!!

He joined us at all the festivities and could usually found where ever Annette was, or being worn like a mink stole.