Nada Limonada

DAY 6 -- Nothing better than a day like this. A pretty nothing kind of day capped off across the street with a few drinks around my in-law's pool.

Official summer is knocking at the door.

Sicko, Neighborhood Talent, Biker Gang

DAY 5 -- Mason went to bed with a fever last night and woke up at the same temperature this morning.

Sick day.

Yes, I realize it looks like we don't feed him, but I assure you he has plenty to eat on a daily basis. No need to make any phone calls.

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The official word went out today for an event in Indianapolis I've been invited to be a part of. Heartland Film will be hosting a viewing of the Mister Rogers documentary Won't You Be My Neighbor on June 6th -- a few days prior to it's official release later that week.

First of all, if you have the means and it's screening in your neighborhood, go see this film. My investment in Mister Rogers aside, you will not be disappointed.

Second, I'm humbled to be the "talent" on hand for the Heartland event as I'll be there as an "official" Mister Rogers archivist/historian for a discussion following the film. If you're in the Indianapolis area and are interested in this at all, check out the Heartland site for details.

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Speaking of Mister Rogers, an advance copy of the upcoming biography The Good Neighbor: The Life and Work of Fred Rogers arrived in my mailbox today.

I'm only about fifty pages in and it's, so far, the best Fred Rogers book I've read since Michael Long's Peaceful Neighbor. So very well done from what I've read so far and I'm sure it'll have my full endorsement come September. In the meantime, if you're interested in a solid look at the work of Fred Rogers from an adult (and social issues) perspective, I'd definitely recommend Peaceful Neighbor.

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My friend from high school, Mike, texted me tonight with a picture that sparked my interest in an immediate road trip. Apparently, Southern Grist -- a brewery out of Nashville, TN -- has created a coconut infused milk stout they're calling "Copra Kai." Reminiscent of the Sweep the Leg peanut butter stout from last year, this Karate Kid fan may stop at nothing to get his hands on a can or two.

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This evening wrapped up exactly like I'd love to see many of this year's summer nights come to a close -- with some time relaxing in the yard and having fun with the kids. After some basketball and hammock time, the five of us took a bike ride in the church parking lot behind our yard. As we all rode our bikes back to the house, I was reminded of this awesome picture from 1983 taken by my brother.

Me and our friends, Greg and Brett -- three tough guys with their rad bikes.

Only one thing to do with that kind of memory.

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Mason's feeling better, by the way.

And it's still "yanny."

Bus 16 + 70 Kids = 1 Dairy Queen

DAY 4 -- Those of you following along for a few years are likely familiar with the annual water gun fight planned by my kids' bus driver where they battle it out with another bus after the last day of school. This year, along with the water gun fight scheduled for next week, Miss Linda took Bus 16 to Dairy Queen.

Seventy kids packed into one Dairy Queen.

Bless her heart.

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As I was finishing up some yard work tonight, I saw my in-laws making their way across the street carrying pots in their oven-mitt-covered hands. That could only mean one thing!

The bacon-wrapped pork was terrific! Much better than whatever we hadn't planned yet for dinner!

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The third of the three Mister Rogers Pop! figures arrived today!

For those maybe unfamiliar with my Mister Rogers story, check out

It's a thing I do.

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Oh, yeah. And it's definitely "yanny."

Coach Tim

DAY 3 -- Came home from work to put together this guy's new bed!

The bunk beds are dismantled, sold, and ready to be picked up this weekend. Now this room seems twice the size it did before!

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Anna's back on the softball field and, following my plans to have some fun this summer, I've found myself as a volunteer assistant coach. I don't get the fancy team shirt and hat, but I do get to remind girls to watch the batter instead of making designs in the dirt.

Actually, I'm kidding. Anna's team seems to be having a ton of fun as they learn the basics of the game. Her coaches last year were clearly only invested in their own daughters, so I'm glad to help two other dads this year as we invest some time in this great group of girls.

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After putting in a few raised garden beds in the berm last fall, the veggies are planted and I've been getting some solid help from those who will be reaping the benefits.

Man, evenings like this remind me how much I enjoy our house in the trees.

Alexa, Naked Chicken, Cobra Kai

DAY 2 -- Alexa moved in to our house a few weeks ago and I think I'm in love. I was never really interested in making our house a "smart home" until I saw some of the capabilities in action. It's much like wearing an Apple Watch -- it's not necessary, but is sure is convenient (and fun) sometimes. So our house is slowly becoming smarter and I'm becoming a little less motivated to get off the couch. With Echos and Dots and accessories spread throughout our house, I assume it's only a matter of time before we're hydrating pizzas for dinner.

And, yes, I was torn between a Back to the Future reference and a Jetsons reference there.

While I was cleaning leaves and oak pollen off the roof this past weekend, Mason tells me he was given specific instructions from Amy:

"I'm going to the store. If dad falls off the roof, tell Alexa to call 911."

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Let's talk about food.

My favorite thing over the past week or so has been avocado toast -- apparently a favorite among the hipster crowd. I eat it for breakfast with some fruit and feel like I'm starting my day off with something satisfying and nutritious.

Then later in the day, my amazing ability to make poor decisions occasionally sets in and I negate any bit of pride I feel from a healthy breakfast.

Today, for example, I needed to pick something up from Barnes & Noble over my lunch hour which took me right by one of my fast food nemeses -- Taco Bell. I have a love/hate relationship with Taco Bell -- while I love Taco Bell, Taco Bell hates me. Knowing full well that a Taco Bell lunch was sure to result in an afternoon gut bomb, I ignored my conscience and decided today was the day I'd give a shot at the Naked Chicken Chalupa.

There it is. In all it's glory.

If you're unfamiliar, it's exactly what it looks like -- a pretty basic taco but with a fried chicken shell.

After applying a healthy dose of Diablo Sauce, down the hatch it went and I have to admit ... I was pleasantly surprised. It kind of hit the spot and satisfied my Taco Bell craving. But I'm not smart enough to stop there. The burrito and two glasses of mango tea that followed put me over the edge.

Some day I'll learn.


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It seems that this summer's Day 1 post created a bit of shock among the faithful Summer of Tim readers -- all with one simple word: "purge."

While I've spent several years amassing a somewhat ridiculous collection of ... well ... stuff, I'm realizing that there's a point where it's time to reign things in a bit. For as long as I can remember, I've loved a trip to a good thrift store and the feeling of walking out with something cheap and fun that I didn't even know I wanted in the first place. When I say I want to purge a bit over the summer, I'm not talking about the good stuff. All of my old toys and the other vintage and pop culture memorabilia is all staying put. What I'm talking about thinning out are the huge amounts of random stuff that I've picked up simply because it was cheap and it was there.

That said, I really haven't had the urge to go junk shopping in quite some time. I'm not sure when or how it happened, but I've reached a point since last summer where I'd rather have simple over stuff in many ways. For example, I've officially moved away from buying physical copies of music (with an occasional exception, of course) and even away from purchasing digital downloads. For a while it was Spotify and now we've moved on to Amazon Music Unlimited. For the cost of one album a month (or maybe two cheap albums), we've got an endless library of music at our fingertips.

Sure, I miss the liner notes and all of that jazz ... but I can't tell Alexa to change CDs while I'm in the shower.

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Speaking of music, I've been listening to the new Frank Turner album a lot lately. It's pretty great. You should listen to it a lot, too.

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Cobra Kai, the series based on the original Karate Kid trilogy, has been out for almost two weeks and I've watch all ten episodes through three times already. Amy even watched them with me once and said to me just last night, "I want to watch the Karate Kid show again."

After fifteen years, she knows me well enough to know that's my kind of flirting.

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I had to be at work early today to administer an AP exam. That means I should have gone to bed at a reasonable time last night. Instead, I stayed up until after midnight watching reruns of Cops.

I think it's safe to say that full-on summer mode has officially set it.