A Tuesday in CNY Means The Clam Bar, But I'll Take the Weather, Too

It seemed rather silly to spend the day in the house behind a computer so I opted to spend part of the day outside rereading The Hate U Give, running 6 miles, and walking the dog 2. I was also coerced into vacuuming the pool for my father, which took me about two hours, because I wanted to make sure I vacuumed every corner of the pool (Glamis looked on with approval, as she's never found a need to be a deck dog or a pool hound. She'll watch from the lawn).

I also was able to participate in the Tuesday ritual of eating with the parental units at the Clam Bar. Nikki bypassed, but Dylan allowed me to invade is grand-parental territory and I followed the lead of how to react when Papi Butch goes table to table to talk to all the customers and offer chicken wings off his plate. I forgot how awesome their clam chowder is and although my seafood dish wasn't the usual caliber, I still can't complain. The Clam Bar is too much of a CNY ritual to have pit on one bad meal.

Later, Butch (my dad - son of a Butch) was

registered for a Cornhole tournament at Chubby's so Chitunga and I drove down to cheer him on (and treat him to a few beers and dinner).

It just occurred to me that lunch was at a bar and so was dinner, but I still can't consider Chubby's a real bar - it's a neighborhood barn that also serves ice cream, candy, and pizza (note, this photo is the Clam Bar, not Chubby's). Last night, they had a Cornhole tournament, in which my father and his partner lost all games but one. Chitunga and I were so inspired that we drove home to have a tournament of our own. He won 3 games to 1, although I had the rhythm at first and killed him. He cleaned my clock thereafter.

Today's forecast is the only one calling for rain, so it is likely to be a more nerd-centric production of academic shenanigans. It's all good (it counters the playfulness of yesterday).

But yesterday...that is what I love and cherish most in a CNY summer.