Another good couple of weeks has been had by us may-as-well-be empty nesters. Mario still lives at home, if you can call it that. But between school, the play, work, and band, she’s never here. (But when she is, you can bet we know it. Just sayin’.)
Hubby and I have continued our field trips into the city and surrounding area on my days off. Last week, we visited the history museum in Forest Park. It currently has a Route 66 exhibit that was quite interesting. I knew we were on the route, but I didn’t realize how big a stop St. Louis was along the way.
It was quite windy that day, but that didn’t keep us from eating at The Boat House restaurant on the lake near there. LOOKS beautiful, so it was worth anchoring down our napkins and water cups, and sometimes even our table.
We weren’t so lucky weather-wise today, but I was determined to visit the Cahokia Mounds. I somehow avoided this field trip during my kids’ elementary years, and I have been itchin’ to get there for a while now.
It’s amazing to see these hand-made “mounds” dating back to the 1300s. These would have been a project to build during this day and age, yet back then, they used homemade shovels and baskets to carry dirt from one place to another. And as the mounds got bigger, they had to climb the mountains with the dirt! Sheesh we have it easy these days.
Monk’s Mound was especially impressive. Who knew I had my own little “Incline” right in my backyard?!
View from the top. Not quite as good as Pike’s Peak. But not bad for Illinois
This week also marked Mario’s Senior Night for band. Hubby and I bundled ourselves up to watch the only performance we’ll see this year. The band’s getting smaller and smaller each year, but they did a great job.
Here’s your chance to play “Where’s Mario?”. My hint is the same as Abby’s – she’s the one in the white hat.
So yeah, a couple of good weeks. Had a birthday in there too. This one kinda came and went with no real fan fare. The boys all sent me texts which was nice. (Thanks to my hubby for reminding them.). Mario wished me a happy day on her way out the door. And then I headed to work. That’s my kind of birthday. They’re much easier to forget if there’s not a lot of hoopla….