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Visiting my parents is always enjoyable to me, as they love to make a fuss despite my protests. They were saddened to learn that I wouldn't be staying at the cottage until Sunday and instead returning home after dinner on Saturday. I honestly believe it was a good-natured plot to guilt me into staying, as I told them before I came when I'd be leaving. We visited for a while before dad and I duked it out on the ping pong table. He's quite good and he beat me rather easily.

Saturday morning, we all went to a farm auction with my dad's cousin and his wife. We were greeted by the sights of well-fed elderly men tottering around in Sears party slacks, carefully eyeing rusted-out box fans and dirt-encrusted tools. The people watching was worth the time spent in lawn chairs, engrossed in the haggling for push brooms and generators. Back for lunch (helped mom make broccoli cheese soup) and then some manual labor. Helped dad push the float out into the lake, hauled brush, weeded and raked the beach and shoreline, moved the paddle-wheel boat and so on. It was a beautiful day, but full of mosquitos.

Played some more ping pong (and bested my dad AND mom) and also played some cribbage. Feasted on veggie burgers and numerous side dishes, each more delicious than the last. Happy tummy, indeed. Returned home and got caught up with Marie and the cats.

Sunday was church with Julie (who's in a bit of a bad situation right now with her boyfriend), lunch and then yard work until Marie got home. Had dinner and then tried out our new pedometers, logging 2080 steps in about half an hour.

My new addiction is Biore nose strips.