Caravans rolled into town this weekend, carrying all sorts of dancers and buglers and drummer boys. Laura and I thought we'd go see what all the fuss was about.
I took to the field like a fish. Tho I barely knew 1/4 of the kids, it still felt the same, and looked the same and smelled the same, and tho I was savoring my Taco Bell linger, I found that it even tasted the same. They're in the home stretch now, so things are coming together. Makes for a good time to visit. Usually spirits are up and enthusiasm, for whatever it may be, is high. Usually.
Laura hasn't seen the sun much this summer so it missed her and got to her fast. Wasn't long before baby belly had to put her baby belly back into some AC, so we drove around the neighborhood a bit, visiting yardsales and antique stores, but not finding much of anything worth something. Nothing in other words. Our search criteria has changed as we used to look for odd knick knacks or oversized furniture, and now we look for dolls & wood blocks. Funny how that happens.
Our buddy our pal Eric came by the rehearsal. We caught up with him. Glad to hear he's finally making some dough off his photography talents. Can't help but feel we got him into a pickle there. He filled us in on all his goings-ons, like his new clothing line and his new fish-eye lens and his new moving to Onset and his plans beyond that. He's always got adventures going on, and next weekend they'll be going on at our house.
We took Greg & Daniel to the CiCi's in Allentown. Laura has been literally dying for a pizza buffet since we moved up here. I admit, I missed that macaroni & cheese pizza too, and the cinnamon buns were better than I remembered, which is why I had about 6. Hey! It took us 3 years to get there once. Could be another 3 before we go again. Gotta get while ya can.
Then off to the show, where everyone had something to do and somewhere to be, except us. As it should be. We wandered around and tried to stay out of the way and played fly on the wall. Oh the drama.
Nice to see everyone. Old friends on new paths. Got the dream team together for a commemorative photo. We got stories. This one's going in the album.
I took to the field like a fish. Tho I barely knew 1/4 of the kids, it still felt the same, and looked the same and smelled the same, and tho I was savoring my Taco Bell linger, I found that it even tasted the same. They're in the home stretch now, so things are coming together. Makes for a good time to visit. Usually spirits are up and enthusiasm, for whatever it may be, is high. Usually.
Laura hasn't seen the sun much this summer so it missed her and got to her fast. Wasn't long before baby belly had to put her baby belly back into some AC, so we drove around the neighborhood a bit, visiting yardsales and antique stores, but not finding much of anything worth something. Nothing in other words. Our search criteria has changed as we used to look for odd knick knacks or oversized furniture, and now we look for dolls & wood blocks. Funny how that happens.
Our buddy our pal Eric came by the rehearsal. We caught up with him. Glad to hear he's finally making some dough off his photography talents. Can't help but feel we got him into a pickle there. He filled us in on all his goings-ons, like his new clothing line and his new fish-eye lens and his new moving to Onset and his plans beyond that. He's always got adventures going on, and next weekend they'll be going on at our house.
We took Greg & Daniel to the CiCi's in Allentown. Laura has been literally dying for a pizza buffet since we moved up here. I admit, I missed that macaroni & cheese pizza too, and the cinnamon buns were better than I remembered, which is why I had about 6. Hey! It took us 3 years to get there once. Could be another 3 before we go again. Gotta get while ya can.
Then off to the show, where everyone had something to do and somewhere to be, except us. As it should be. We wandered around and tried to stay out of the way and played fly on the wall. Oh the drama.
Nice to see everyone. Old friends on new paths. Got the dream team together for a commemorative photo. We got stories. This one's going in the album.
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