Open House

The clinic held its open annual house on Memorial Day, offering a free tasty barbecue, kids games, and fire truck and ambulance rides to the community. I had the important and challenging job of "hang around and be friendly." Fairly demanding, I know, but I managed to pull it off.



Senor had Mo-mo (his monkey) checked out by the MDs. Fortunately, he's in good health, despite a bit of encrusted dirt. The Doctor even let Senor use the stethoscope. (Senor didn't appear to enjoy it. But I think he was pleased to learn of the monkeys good health.) The whole experience reminded us a little bit of Lars and the Real Girl.


As always, Pax Rev was entranced by the skate park and the big kids enjoying it.

People were saying this was the first time in many years that the weather actually cooperated.





All tuckered out from the games, cookies, and hamburgers, here's Mister dreaming about the day before, when we hiked up to Bunker Hill...






Here's a nice example of a Quack-Quack, as Mister likes to call every flying creature. (Except owls. He's got owls dialed in.)


After the nap, we decided to take advantage of the blue sky and make a Memorial Day theme of exploring old WWII remains. Which is easy to do around these parts.








Worms!



The exploration continues, up on Strawberry Hill. Mister was the only one in the group small enough to fit in this one. Fortunately for us, he decided to come back out.







Out of the wind, it was pleasantly warm.



And here's a nice example of a tractor, a term according to Senor that encompasses most types of machinery.




"Hey, how's it goin?"