It's Just a Close-To-Perfect Day

Memorial Day, we went to Clifford French park, rented a canoe, and spent a couple of hours paddling around Medicine Lake and the network of little bayous the connect it with the rest of the park.

It was chilly and piddling rain - which kept a lot of the morons off the lake. It was beautiful, in that way that's very peculiar to the Twin Cities; not ten miles from downtown Minneapolis, whose skyline lined the eastern horizon, and we're on a lake that feels like it could be up north - except for the distant howl of the trucks on the highway.

Made hamburgers, went out to play video games. Son said "I really had fun today" on his way to bed.

All in all, they don't get much better.