Sunday was fun. We started playing the Vacation Church Shuffle, wherein my folks head off to Catholic Mass early in the morning, then join us for Episcopal Eucharist when we head off there. Afterwards, over breakfast, Dad and I engaged in the usual discussion of similarities and differences between Episcopal and Catholic stuff (cosmetic liturgically, a bit more significant organizationally).
(We used to join them down at St Thomas More, but (a) Katherine has made this a bit more difficult, timing and logistically, and (b) we aren’t welcome to take Communion there, not being Catholic, so we simply now give it a pass.)
Afterwards, Doyce, Dad and I went off to golf. We played our normal score for a Par 72, which didn’t look quite as good considering the course was a Par 63. Still, we had a good time — we all had some great shots to wax lyrical about, some crappy shots to try to forget, and some ultra-crappy shots that provided fodder for well-lubricated discussions afterwards.
We then all reconvened at the Consortium for said discussions, as well as a yummy grilled pork thang Margie whipped up. Then we segued on to Beyond Balderdash. Margie demonstrated why this is another game she cannot be allowed to play, and Doyce demonstrated why he has a great future as a writer. (Margie simultaneously demonstrated why she is the Grandmistress of Super Collapse, and Justin got to prove he’s no slouch, esp. compared to his uncle.)
Today, after a late start, we headed off to the Denver Botanic Gardens. Most of the irises were in bloom, as they are at the house, and I was busy scribbling varietals into my Palm for the Fall Plant Sale. (Not that we have a shortage of irises at home, but I don’t think you can ever have too many irises.)
Katherine had a great time, providing fodder for a large number of number of photos.
Go Justin!