After a day and a half of hard weekend label labor (label?), The Pensioner decreed that we were heading out to The Session Room for a wee bit of Sunday afternoon decadence. I had been thinking of doing a similar thing but was kind of waiting for him to make the call. Although Sessions was not crowded overall and we easily got a seat at the bar, the front section was overflowing with women. Shower, I thought. I didn’t really try to ascertain whether it was a wedding or baby shower. I didn’t really care. People were having fun and that’s all that mattered🧡

The GG wasn’t sure what the heck was going on. I explained that it was a shower and he was kind of dumbfounded that there were so many people. Well. Okay. He is one of 10 siblings. His family gives huge, lovely showers for weddings and first babies (after one child, people have enough crapola). cFam showers are usually (but not always) held at restaurants and I can imagine that other customers walking into the restaurant might wonder what the heck is going on and why so many people are there.

But as I sat there marveling that the GG had no clue what was going on, I was thunderstruck by the realization that IIIIIIII am the person who attends cFam showers, not the GG. So how *would* he know anything about wedding/baby showers. We eventually ascertained via spying the mom-to-be holding up a onesie, that it was a baby shower. I mean an infant-sized onesie, not an adult-sized onesie. Yes, I believe adult onesies are a thing. I’m sorry. (Actually I never knew what a onesie was until the last couple years. We had them for our kids and my mouse had a particularly cute fishie onesie but I’m not sure what we called them back then.)

I’m not exactly sure what all the GG has done in the last few days but this photo represents the result of one of his efforts. The “sidewalk” you see there was previously *completely* covered by overgrown plant life. This is but a teeny tinesy area of the northern Landfill side yard but it is pretty darn beauteous!

We also took a River Ride this morning, one that meandered out past Dexter and down to Swan Corners and slowly back on the smallest roads we could find. The Ninja has six gears but it does not have a creeper gear. We emulated creeper gear the best we could, purring along through the beautiful uber-green terrain of the dog days of summer.

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