Last Friday was the beginning of Girls' Weekend, our tenth annual, at the Lake. I drove myself over to Suzanne's house, and the two of us rode down together. There were ten or eleven of us, a house full, although several people couldn't make it. Some of the girls are planning another weekend in the Fall. We ate, lay in the sun, rode the wave runner, ate some more, and generally had a good time in each other's company.
August is filling up. I go to the Lake for Kids' week, our 15th annual such event, on Friday morning. Scott will fly into St. Louis that evening, stay for a few days, fly home, then turn around and drive back with the boys on Wednesday, the 3rd. The boys will stay with Rose and Shirley so Scott can have some free days at the lake.
Lizzie, Catrina's daughter, will go with Rose and Shirley for a weekend in Chicago this coming Friday. That trip will include, among other things, a trip to the American Girl Store.
Our friends, Jim and Marilyn Smith, will be here on the 2nd. They are enroute from New York, via Chicago, to various points south.
I probably will come home for a couple of days next week, but will return to the lake to be there over the latter part of Kids' Week.
We will have Jalen and Brayden as much as we can during the next couple of weeks. Later in August we will have Shirley's young friends Jamil and Layla over a weekend. Some time in this busy period, Shirley travels to Louisiana for her family reunion.
Shirley, Rose, and I sat down with a calendar to get all this activity straight and scheduled without conflict. If all of this sounds disjointed and confusing, it is because it IS
disjointed and confusing.
In our all-woman household here, we have an intense interest in, of all things, BASEBALL. Shirley and Rose continue to root for the Cubs in spite of all evidence that they really should be Cardinal fans. I, of course, root, root, root for the old home team--which is doing mighty well. The Cubs were just here for a three-game series. Interesting times at 905 Barnard College Lane. Last night when Perez, a CUB, hit a grand slam to win the game in the 9th inning, it was tense around here. Chris and Shelly were at the game. This morning Chris called, and Rose asked him if they had stayed for the big home run. His answer, a terse, "Yes."
Another interesting development around here is our "garden." We have three, yes, THREE tomato plants. We watch them intently for new green tomatoes. Right now, there are three the size of marbles and a whole lot of little ones.
A note on the various sizes of the photos we post here: Depending upon their origin, it takes different programs to get them to 'stick' here. Rose, who hasn't totally mastered this bit of technical wizardy, runs into limits that she doesn't understand. Hence, we often take what we can get.
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