My folks still live on the other side of town where I grew up. You’d think they lived on the other side of the world as little as we make it down to visit. Juggling 3 kids, work, and a life that sometimes gets in the way, makes jumping in the jeep and running down to see mom and dad a “get a round-tuit” kinda thing. It doesn’t happen as often as it should.
I found a round-tuit, and I’m heading to mom and dads. Here’s a pic I took while floating in their pool last time I made it down there. I suspect between home cooked meals, and moving t.v.’s around (my dad can’t ever figure out which rooms he wants which t.v.’s in so I’m always having to rearrange them when I visit), I’ll spend the majority of my time floating in their pool, and chasing bass around their private lake with a lure.