Buuuuut, then it rained again. And rained. We had some friends over in the hopes that we'd go from dinner to the kickoff to the Cochecho Arts Festival. Once the concert was moved inside the high school because of the weather, though, it sort of lost its appeal. We had yummy meat from the smoker, broccoli salad and a few beers...and later, ice cream...and the girls rode bikes in the now-drizzle.
Lots of fun, despite the lack of cooperation from the weather.
Coach and Ella (his daughter). "Don't tell me how to hold the bat, DAD!"
That's better.
Run, Charlotte, run! And she did.
Fielding. Approximately 90 seconds later, she insisted on visiting the porta-potties.
Game called on account of everyone-is-hot-and-tired. Or something. Team photo!
And a trophy.
Whatever shall we do with our Saturday mornings now? In the fall there will be dance lessons or yoga....but for now I think we will power down into summer mode. I see a chair under the maple and many cups of coffee with my name on them.....now if only the sun would come out!
Dinner at the picnic table again!
Puttering around
Brewery Ommegang's Hennepin. In a Schlitz glass.
Where I been at? Wellllll....
("Homer Alone". Marge goes to Rancho Relaxo....and all hell breaks loose. "Never leave again! Never leave again!")
