Friday night is pizza night in our house. Homemade pizza. Dick chops, I put it together. It brings back many good memories of our dogs too. Both Petey and Pepper seemed to know when it was pizza night. On came the blues (or rock as it was tonight), and Dick and I worked either side of the workbench under close scrutiny of the dogs. Petey used to sit under the table (as it was in our old house), waiting for anything that dropped from "heaven". Pepper just watched intently, knowing that her stare could melt anyone eventually. Both could catch anything almost every time something happened to be "dropped" in their direction. Pepper still managed it the weekend before she died... ironically sweet red pepper's were one of her favorites but they both waited most patiently for the ends of the sausage...
This past weekend was one of those amazingly busy Morgan Hill weekends. It all starts with the Friday night music series. Everyone sitting around with their chairs or blankets at the small outdoor amphitheater behind the Community and Cultural Center watching and/or dancing to the live band. Everything from country to R and B, Blues or Rock and Roll. I've now come to prefer this location to the old 3rd street location- it just makes so much more sense. Saturday morning I joined the Morgan Hill Photography Club for the 2nd annual Scott Kelby Worldwide Photo Walk. 32,600 people took part in their own cities. We basically wandered through the downtown area taking lots of photos. It was very hot and I didn't find the perfect picture but it was fun all the same. My favorite pictures turned out to be the ones of people.. I still got to go to the market- my favorite Saturday morning "chore"... We then spent a couple of hours pulling my new motorbike apart and making absolut...
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