I had a couple days off to spend with my son, and we had big adventures: like trying Chuck E. Cheese's for the first time (not as scary as I'd feared), playing nine holes of "big golf" with a pre-schooler (no cart crashes to report); and searching western Tarrant County for a Blue Rhino propane tank.
Nathan and I were determined to have a barbecue, but my tank was empty. And apparently, the nifty "fast-release" tank that was so in vogue eight years ago when I got the barbecue as a birthday gift has gone the way of the 8-track. We didn't know this till we went to a Walgreens, a Racetrack, a Wal Mart and three other Blue Rhino tank exchanges. (At least Nathan caught a few zzzzz's during the drive.) Finally, we made it to an Ace Hardware on Jacksboro Highway that fills the tanks. It is now my favorite hardware store ever.
Around 5:30 last night, I got ready to toss the steak on the grill. That's when the raindrops fell on my head. Perfect.
The propane cost $16, plus a tip to the nice fella who filled it for me and put it in my car. That doesn't include the $17 in gas we spent riding around in search of the tank. But how do you put a price tag on memories?