We're watching a WWII documentary in color for a couple nights, of course without Nick as he's burrowed in his room, and he wanders down while the narrator mentions the twelve ships that attacked Pearl Harbor. Nick casually rattles off all twelve ship names, grabs his snacks, and wanders back up the stairs. And mumbles a bunch more stuff under his breath that the moderator gets to eventually. Proving there's something in that head of his. Like when we're watching the fireworks from our bedroom window and he lists all the chemical elements that make up the different colors of the fireworks. But he remembers nothing like his laptop, we had a tornado warning one evening and he grabs the laptop before rushing downstairs for shelter.
We got out a little, but Brandi was gone part of the month to PA to see family. I saw a Tigers game which was almost Cabrera's last home run (he hit two more right at the end of the season), sat alone in the fancy seats on the 1B side for a true double header, played hooky from work. Haven't done that often enough thru the years. We got up to Greenfield Village for Motor Muster and lunch at Ford's Garage one weekend, where my friend Andrew was showing his '65 Mustang, and we walked around looking at cars for a couple hours, and Nick got to see some steam engines. And one evening Nick drove him and me up to Atwater Street Tacos in Flat Rock and sat along the river, dined outside for a little fast dinner, change of pace, and some good driving practice.
Brandi and I got our annual strawberry picking in at the last minute, as the season was on-and-off this year with unpredictable weather. It's always worth a couple of pies and some shortcake, and we bumped into Kim and Ellanora there on our way out.
Carrie and the boys came into town and we got one morning with them at the Toledo Zoo. Nick was a good trooper, ran with the Gabe and Ethan (who are both 5-years old), carried them around, chased them, and helped us corral them. I chased for one minute and that was my entire burst of energy.
Nick got me a Father's Day card with a sperm on the front that says, 'I used to live in your balls... from your fastest swimmer.' And he signed the card, "At one point in history I was #1 in sports." Best card ever.
Pics from throughout 2023 here.
