So Wynn's only request for Father's Day was to take a short drive with his mother ( and me). Okay, as long as the ground rules were set (no stopping for lunch anywhere and no purchasing gas except at the pump when the only alternative was to raise a sail and hope the wind was with us-his rig is a guzzler).We packed the lunch with the makings purchased late Saturday and packed in haste on Sunday morn. I forgot a couple of things-like napkins( we had fried chicken), and plates, and silverware. That's okay, we scavenged in the truck and came up with a couple of fast food napkins, one yellow plastic spoon, and no plates. We could wing it ( get it?) on the chicken et al, but I do not share utensils on the potato salad. So Wynn, that ol' pioneer whittled us some from a nearby willow--just like that! They would have worked like a charm if I had only not forgotten the potato salad. Oh well, they did a great double act as butter knives.
So this is to let you know, Keira, that the temporary memory loss which afflicts you now will only return with a vengeance as you age...so buy your husband a Swiss Army knife, get him a couple of blocks of soft wood, settle him on the front porch of a Summer evenin' and tell him to get to work! Someday your lunch may depend on it ;)
