Ollieday Weekend

We have a saying around here:

Everyday is an Ollieday.

Coming off a week when I couldn’t shake the doldrums I mentioned to Oliver that we were going to go hard on Saturday.

“No work,” I told Ollie. “I grab my coffee and we’re playing football.”

By 9:30 we had gone through 3 rounds of 25 throws.

I wrote a little in between with ‘Modern Family’ on in the background.

Hit the grocery store, and then took a ride to spend a little time with Mom. 

Ollie was waiting at the door for more.

By 7:00, we had played 7 times, and the last round had him walking the ball back to me.

He had a few bones, and a little rotisserie chicken.

I also made a huge rack of ribs, and packed some up for the boys.

A good way to shake myself out of the funk.

“No work tomorrow,” I mentioned to Ollie as he got ready for bed. “No golf either. Tomorrow is another Ollieday.”

Didn’t look at the news.

Didn’t dwell on the fact that the government is closed and there doesn’t seem much interest in re-opening it.

Furloughed workers, no SNAP benefits, East Wing gone, billionaires now partners in the government….

…doesn’t matter…

…on a Ollieday weekend.

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