Jeff had a four-day weekend, his first of the year.
On Friday Lola got her stitches out. She still needed to wear the dreaded cone if we couldn't watch her closely. She wore it the next two nights before it was officially retired.
We went to Sedona Tap House on Saturday for a lunch of Australian "Kobe" beef sliders, spicy Thai shrimp, and Italiano flatbread. We had walked to the restaurant; after lunch we walked over to Oyster Shell Park on the NRVT.
On Sunday morning, we drove to Mathews Park (my idea to avoid the uphill climb on the way home) and walked to Oyster Shell Park. We didn't even do one loop. Instead, Lola took us to Water Street. Did she want to go to the boardwalk, I wondered. No, she took us to The Spread the restaurant where we had a Father's Day brunch two weeks ago. I told Lola she was very smart but couldn't tell time. It was 11:20, and The Spread didn't open until 12. So, we went home for a scrambled eggs and bacon brunch.
That night we actually went to a cookout. Our friend couldn't stand being at home alone any longer and invited us over. She originally planned for us to eat outside, but it was too damn hot. There were only four of us, so we weren't worried about Covid-19. Other than the dog park, it was our first time socializing in person in months.
Life continues to be weird.
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