Mother's Day Weekend

Drove the fam to Streator yesterday, John made brunch. Mom's fave, biscuits and gravy again. How in the world does a woman who likes to put pats of butter on her hefty plate of biscuits and gravy NOT weigh 300 pounds? I must ponder this. And I forgot my camera! I took a few with John's but no pics of people. Oh well.

Hera is the welcoming committee at John's. She rolls over on her back, and bares her tummy for rubbing. Good thing she is a cat, because if she were a person, I think she'd be a floozy! Poor Isis hid again. I got a good pet in with her in the basement though, so at least I got to see her for a bit.

I made a lemon cake, you poke it when it is warm and pour a lemony glaze over it. Yum.

Dad enjoyed the trip. He was a little reluctant at first, but I told him John would be disappointed if he didn't show up. Then he decided he could go to Coal City after all! LOL  And then he told me how he and John used to shuck corn together; so did Eddie and Jim (his other bros). So son John is brother Pat still.  I didn't spill the news that we were actually going to Streator til we buzzed past good old Route 113, when Dad kindly informed me I had missed the road to Coal City! LOL

 If he said it once, he said it 25 times  . . .

"Man! Look at that field! You can't see the end of it!"
"Streator is too far! I'm not coming here again!"
"No names on the mailboxes, damnit!"

And at John's  . . .

"Did you paint all this yourself!?"
"Did you lay this carpet?"

On the way to Streator we saw, Mazon, Kinsman and Ransom, so I decided on the way home that it would be fitting to go through Verona. I have no aversion to gravel roads (fond beer drinking memories of my youth . . . and adulthood!), and as we were tooling along I heard Dad say in a low voice to mom, "I think there is a hard road you can take from Streator to Mazon." LOL He also said, "John is good to us. I should have left him a tip!" LOL  He commented that he had a $5 in his pocket, but it was too late now to give it to Pat. Hmmmm. I have noticed that Bernie often comments about giving me a $5 to fill up my gas tank :), or comments about how he  "should have left a tip", but the money seldom leaves his pocket! Dad always was proud of always having money in the bank, even in hard times . . .  now I can see why! lol

John sent me this pic. After we left the little stinker came out!

I really cut back on my annuals, but you have to have some. Look at my Lantana, isn't it pretty? And of course a red geranium for Dad, his fave.

And my buddy Finnegan helped me too! Stinker! I guess I better pick up some plants and fill up this planter, and hopefully he'll stay out of it! Boy he can fling that dirt!

Making mom her favorite Honey Lemon Tilapia today. Gotta get marinating.

Have a good week peeps.

Kay