I might not be able to view my site from a phone, but now I can post from one. Wonderful times we live in.

I spent my weekend up in St. Joe at the eighth annual Apple Blossom BBQ.  It took so much out of me that I really don’t think I can type much up here.  I’m exhausted and sore, and our coffee maker is on the fritz so I’m not quite awake yet.  Perhaps I am getting a touch old for sleeping in lawn chairs.  Good time though I suppose.  Not much of the team showed up for some inexplicable reason.  It was just Chad, Zim, Martin, Brown, and yours truly.  Skeleton team.  We managed though, even talking Chad into cooking ribs.  I didn’t really care to cook anything at all, but finally conceded to grilling up a few chicken thighs.  We did typically horrible;  We always do horrible up there.  I say we cut the competitions to just the Royal;  At least then you know you’re not going to win anything.  For that matter I guess we knew we weren’t going to win anything in St. Joe either, since we didn’t bother sticking around for the awards ceremony.

Sunday was a rest and recovery day.  Donette was down at the City Market running a charity garage sale thing, which was promptly rained out.  We decided to head down the ‘Sider to enjoy some hotdogs and fries and watch the ballgame.  Alas, we ran square into the stupid Art Fair.  I didn’t even bother looking for a parking spot, just turned around and headed for Waldo, where we landed at Tanners.  It proved a serviceable viewing spot, even if the game was rather crummy.

I’m sure you noticed the site is ever-closer to a finished product, thanks to some help from Ed.  Had to make a few tweaks in the mysterious “style sheet” thingie…  Geez I despise those things.  I like the results better than the old one though.

I added a few more colors.  Better?  Worse?  Change it back?  I can’t get rid of the white lines for some reason, despite no less than 45 seconds of focused effort.

I’d say we maximized that weekend’s potential, especially given the rather gloomy weather.  Friday I moped around all day, convinced I was going to get rained out of my Brooksider time.  Matter of fact, I met up with Donette and a few friends at Hooper’s, fully prepared to just call the day a loss.  We headed towards the ‘Sider not long after that though, and actually found it rather pleasant out on the patio.  (They had the heaters running.)  I hung out there for a while, then took the girls down to Westport for some kind of fund raiser.  The Royals were on by that time, so I spent the rest of the evening on the couch watching one of their rare wins.

Saturday we got up early-ish and headed up north to Martin’s house.  One of the nieces is graduating in a few weeks and we were supposed to cook up some bbq for the party.  We had two medium-sized briskets and two monstrous pork butts;  Not a ton of meat but considerably more than I could ever hope to fit on my smoker.  So, we spent the day up there with Martin’s rig, which had more than enough room.  Teagan came up with us too, which made it an exciting afternoon for her.  All fetch, all day.  While the smoker was going, Martin threw on another small pork butt, which we chopped up and threw in a homemade salsa verde;  Wow, that was a hit.  Gonna have to try that one at home.

Sunday didn’t bring much excitement, once again.  Stormy weather sort of tends to do that around our house.  Kelly came down and they drug stuff out of the basement for some upcoming garage sale all day, and I did a whole bunch of nothing.  I watched the Royals return to their losing ways, watched some poor movies…  And that’s about it.  The dog was down for the count after her big day Saturday and just wanted to sleep on the couch, so I figured it best to take advantage of that opportunity while it was there.  We did go out for a little dinner at Waldo pizza, which was solid.  Donette let me pick the pie for once, and I came up with chicken & basil with alfredo sauce, on thin crust.  She agreed it was delicious, although she might have just been humoring me.  I thought it was quite tasty.

Welcome to the new “theme” of pkenagy.com.  No, I don’t like it either.  What started as a whim to post my Twitter feed over in the sidebar turned into a multi-hour project to create an entire new WordPress theme.  What you see now is not as much the result of my many hours of creative genius as it is the stopping point where I got tired of jacking with it.  I’m too old to learn new stuff.  I actually find the white background more legible for my old eyes, but it’s a bit “stark” perhaps.  Plus, it won’t work on phones, making it difficult for my many, many mobile readers.  (The lot of which quite possibly consists of just me trying to see if it works on a phone…)

So what did we do all week?  Well, stared at the computer fiddling with this stupid thing for the most part.  Friday I did hit my usual Brooksider visit, for what that’s worth.  It was a marginal afternoon weather-wise, downright chilly as a matter of fact.  I threw on a hat and made the best of it though.  After a bit Donette joined me at Jalapenos, where we ordered some takeout and headed home to watch the Royals take their nightly thrashing.

Saturday I intended to head out on a long bike ride.  Alas, Donette had taken off in the car, which unfortunately had most of my gear in it.  Switching to my backup plan, I aired up the tires on my mountain bike and rolled up to the river and back.  Pretty nice route, I rather like it.  Later in the day our friend Susan returned from her vacation in Mexico, so we went over to her house to catch up on her trip.  We’d been dog-sitting her pup Walter all week, so we took him back and then stuck around to watch the Royals, who once again got trounced.

Sunday started off pretty strong.  I rousted Donette and we headed up to the gym so we could “get it out of the  way.”  Well, we got it out of the way alright, but I’m not really sure why.  I don’t know if it was the sheer ferocity of my workout or pure laziness, but I spent the rest of the day on the couch.  (If I was a bettin’ man, it was the latter.)  Man, those old western series can just suck me in.  (The Rifleman, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, etc.)  It’s as if they line them up back-to-back on Sundays with the sole intent of making me waste my day.  Oh and then I watched the Royals lose too.  By golly I paid a lot of money for a full season of mlb.com, and I’m going to watch every painful game.  (Note to self;  Opt for monthly subscription next year.)