It's happened again.
No, we're not adding another dog to the household. (Angie is growing so fast it just
seems like we've got more than six.)
I've got one day off this week, and der Brucer has already found a way to book it with something that needs doing.
This time, it isn't at the grandlads' bidding, or their mother's. This time, the request has come from the teacher of the elder lad.
She and her class will be going to Philly sometime soon to see the play
The Stinky Cheese Man. What she has asked of her favorite grampa (and, therefor, of myself, the "spare") is to locate a nearby place where the class can enjoy their box lunches.
So der B and I will be heading up to scout out locations, preferably close to the theater. A park with grass, or someplace with benches, will be perfect. "Ah, but what if the weather is wetish?" I asked when der B explained our mission to me. He looked at me and scowled, because he knew I was right, even if I had complicated the job.
Philadelphia, here we come, yet again. I admit, I like the city, even though I have yet to have a proper Philly Cheesesteak sandwich, the kind you have to bend over while eating so as not to get the contents dripping all over yourself.
A raid on the Reading Terminal Market is also on the schedule for the day.