Memorial Day

My dad is in the parade today in the town I grew up in.  He's not marching – this year he gets to ride on the float.  And he's with the Rotary Club, not the Veterans. 

But if he chose, he could march with the WWII vets. 

He enlisted in the Navy when he was underage because he didn't want to get drafted and have someone else decide how he should serve. 

I've seen pictures of him on the ships – tall, skinny kid, dark hair, shirt off, with his buddies, his smile typically modest, even then.

Encouragement

The boys on my son's baseball team range far and wide in everything from age, to height, to ability.  Some of the boys have played t-ball prior to this, others haven't.  For some, this is their second or third year in this league, others played t-ball last year and are working their way up the little league ladder.

There are several boys around Alex's height and build.  One in particular, a kid I'll call Tall Boy II, is so similar to Alex that when then they're in uniform, and you see them from a distance, and you don't see the number on the backs of their jerseys, and they're wearing their caps, not helmets, and when the brim of the cap casts their little faces in shadow, and they both have relatively short hair…sometimes it's easy to mistake one for the other for a moment.

Random Weighty Matters

The past two days have been blazing hot.  80s and 90s.  Humid.  Hot.  Ugh.

I'm not a heat-loving chick, in case you didn't know.  I can deal with it, mostly, but too much and I wilt.

I was okay these past two days because of several things.  For one thing, according to the weather forecasts, there was an end in sight.  So I just had to hold on.  I figured I could get a LOT of laundry done in such hot weather, and you know, cranking out laundry (and drying it outside on the line) is my raison d'etre.  Of course it is.

So there was that.

Random Weighty Matters

The past two days have been blazing hot.  80s and 90s.  Humid.  Hot.  Ugh.

I'm not a heat-loving chick, in case you didn't know.  I can deal with it, mostly, but too much and I wilt.

I was okay these past two days because of several things.  For one thing, according to the weather forecasts, there was an end in sight.  So I just had to hold on.  I figured I could get a LOT of laundry done in such hot weather, and you know, cranking out laundry (and drying it outside on the line) is my raison d'etre.  Of course it is.

So there was that.

Random Weighty Matters

The past two days have been blazing hot.  80s and 90s.  Humid.  Hot.  Ugh.

I'm not a heat-loving chick, in case you didn't know.  I can deal with it, mostly, but too much and I wilt.

I was okay these past two days because of several things.  For one thing, according to the weather forecasts, there was an end in sight.  So I just had to hold on.  I figured I could get a LOT of laundry done in such hot weather, and you know, cranking out laundry (and drying it outside on the line) is my raison d'etre.  Of course it is.

So there was that.

Random Weighty Matters

The past two days have been blazing hot.  80s and 90s.  Humid.  Hot.  Ugh.

I'm not a heat-loving chick, in case you didn't know.  I can deal with it, mostly, but too much and I wilt.

I was okay these past two days because of several things.  For one thing, according to the weather forecasts, there was an end in sight.  So I just had to hold on.  I figured I could get a LOT of laundry done in such hot weather, and you know, cranking out laundry (and drying it outside on the line) is my raison d'etre.  Of course it is.

So there was that.

Beluga Whale Cake for Julia

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Before I begin, here's a link to Julia's cake last year.  Alex's cake is in that post as well, but I haven't done this year's cake yet – that'll be next month's production.

Anyway, up until a week or two ago, Julia wanted a cake very similar to last year's, only instead of the elephants wearing ballerina garb, she requested that they be gymnasts.  So I played with that idea in my mind for a while…what color costumes the elephants would wear, and which pieces of equipment they'd be performing on…Julia is partial to the uneven bars herself (or "unbeeven bars" as she used to say it), so I'd have to include those…maybe the balance beam and trampolene as well.  And the costumes kept appearing in red, white and blue in my mind, so that's where I was headed in that regard….

The Weekend that Flew

Where to start? 

I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday morning either baking or cooking or cleaning in preparation for the party we had for Julia on Sunday.  Someday when I'm rich (hahahahaha) I would like to pay someone else to clean for me.  I don't like cleaning.  I don't mind laundry, or all the cooking and baking.  But vacuuming?  Ugh.

Anyway.

Oh – and this will be random thoughts because I no longer remember the order of everything.  I suppose I could consult my lists, but they're in the other room and I prefer sitting in this chair to getting up right now.