Father's Day

We had a quiet Father's Day. Hubbie's children, some of his grandchildren, a great-grandchild, and his sisters will be here Tuesday to celebrate both Father's Day and his birthday, so today the celebration consisted of lunch at a local steakhouse, a card from me, and phone calls from his children.



High fuel and food prices certainly didn't keep folks at home today. The steakhouse was packed. We got there about 11:30 a.m., and already people were waiting to be seated. We lucked out and got seated immediately, since there was a small booth available, large enough to accommodate the three of us.



Hubbie ordered one of his favorite meals...steak, baked potato, and salad. Mother and I stuck with grilled chicken and baked potatoes. The restaurant obligingly prepared my chicken without salt. We all chowed down on the big, fluffy, yeast rolls, with honey, though.



Even by being careful of what I ordered, and eating only half of my meat portion, I still overindulged, so I ate a very low-sodium supper of all bran cereal and half a banana. Mother and Hubbie only ate half of their meat portions, too, so we brought the remainder home. Shih Tzu will enjoy a couple of meals from the leftover steak, and Mother and I will probably make sandwiches for lunch tomorrow from our chicken portions.



I make certain that leftover cooked meats taste fresh the next day by wrapping them securely in plastic wrap so that no oxygen can get to them. Refrigerating meats unwrapped changes the taste. Leftover poultry, particularly, has an unpleasant taste to me if it's refrigerated unwrapped.



Around dark time last night, Hubbie and I gathered up lawn chairs, hand fans, and bug repellant, and went over to the college to join a handful of others to see the animated feature, "Bee Movie," on an outdoor screen. We only went to be supportive of the arts council, which sponsored the movie. Hubbie is not a big fan of animated movies, though he seemed to enjoy this one. Mother opted out of going this time.



The movie, rated PG for some mild suggestive humor, promotes the message that bees are crucial to the environment, not only as suppliers of honey, but as pollinators, without whom plant life, and ultimately all life could perish.



It was a pleasant evening to sit outdoors. After a hot and humid day, the temperature had moderated by 8:30, and there was a cool breeze in the garden where the movie was shown. A three-quarter moon shown brilliantly, and in the clear night sky right overhead, the Big Dipper constellation seemed close enough to touch.