The Hay Is Down, the Seeds Are Watered, and My Father Remains the Master of Building a Fire No Matter How the Condition

 It was a somber day, Saturday, as we paid our respect for Pops, Casey's father-in-law and Dave's Father, as the Southern Hills Posse paid respect for their friend, family member, brother, grandfather, father, and cousin. He was a loved man who made tremendous memories with many, especially in the Fayetteville-Manlius community. It was a beautiful day for a beautiful ceremony.

Butch and stopped on the way home to get hay to finish the pull-fill, grasss=-seed replacement. Then, because it was almost 90 degrees, he decided he'd like to build a fire.

Of course, the fire pit was wet from watering the grass seed, so he poured gasoline on the fire. That worked, until it sort of dampened out, so he said, "I'm going to get my leaf-blower."

He did. It turns out that when you blow into a fire pit with a leaf blower, it is much easier to keep a flame going.

This is Butch's genius and it was successful. Dylan came over and sat with us and when Papi went to bed, he brought me over to experience drunk Nikki (which was one for the record book).

Phew. hard to believe it is Sunday already. Time flies by much to quickly.