Fishing with Dad

Walking around Spring Lake this morning we saw this lovely tableau. Father and son were deep in serious conversation over the proper technique for baiting a hook. We had to rush around the lake passing the usual dogs, geese, kids runners and cyclists in order to get home in time for OilMan and my brother to go help the neighbor finish up the covers for his raised vegetable beds.

I must confess that for all my assertions that Americans don't know about the game,(like what to call it--football to us is something entirely different and to me, far less interesting) I'm beginning to enjoy some of the World Cup matches. Right now we are watching England vs England and the match has just come to life.

Tomorrow is Fathers' Day here and OilMan and Rick are already planning their barbecued pork shoulder which is cooked so long that the meat can be pulled off the bone. Hence the name of the dish--Pulled Pork. The traditional North Carolina version involves buns and coleslaw. We came home from the store today to find a huge orange dahlia plant outside the back door--no doubt a Fathers' Day gift from Dana.

Too late to follow through on our original plans for lunch, we wound up going to the sports bar down the road for a hamburger. It's going to take some doing to work off the hamburger before I have to worry about the pulled pork. In the meantime, we're having a lazy afternoon. OilMan has sloped off to take a nap, and Rick is trying to breech the technology thicket in order to see a picture posted from Africa by his daughter Kate on Instagram. It's not looking promising.