Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
My friend Carol's primrose are in bloom.
The big fish lives on.
I was concerned because when I got home he was a fish out of water.
A pool side view!
Mom painted us this great garden stone!
Mom and Dad made us this planter as well!
Dad said there was no need for a parade for their arrival in Carmel. We decorated the fence and marched up and down Michael Drive waiting for them to arrive.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Planting has begun, finally.
Matt and Sid have dueling tracktors.
I attended a Special Olympic tennis training today and therefore made the family play tennis this evenings.
Balls were everywhere.
Annie was so excited!
This is the Japanese maple we planted in honor of Emily. It is doing so well.
An addition to the fleet.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Special Olympic summer games were as great as always. The guy on the left is my unified bocce partner from National games in Iowa. He is a member of the board of directors of S.O. of ME, a two time bronze medal winner, (much like myself), and all around great guy. The guy beside him graduated from UMF with my brother Jay and was Head of Deligation for National games.
This is a shot of closing ceremonies. This is called the circle of friendship, also referred to as the circle of hope. I think it is a bunch of atheletes who have busted their butts all weekend.
The last event of the weekend was the one mile run.
A proud olympian.
A gold medal one mile runner! He was also a member of Team Maine at National games in Iowa and is one of my all time favorite people.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
- Being on a float in a parade down Main St. Now as I recall, downtown Limestone is about 100 feet long, so I really wanted to know what was happening after that 10 minutes.
- A cook out at Trafton Lake. Now I know this is a man made lake cause I watched in being made in the 70's and therefore the fishing has got to really suck!
- Some dinner, some where. All she said about the dinner was "you can dress up or not." I'm particular about my dinners and whether to dress up or not. I like to know ahead of time.
I can't quite figure out how these events would take three days and can't imagine what one would do with spare time while vacationing in Limestone. Anyway, the call caused me to reflect on my high school days and really dig deep to find a reason to attend the reunion. When I attended good old Limestone High School, Loring Air Force Base was fully operational and like a mini city in the middle of a potato field. The school was a revolving door of Air Force brats who descented on Aroostook County like they were God's gift to the grand state of Maine. My particular favorites were the officers daughters who sneered "farmer" at you after they strutted by. The word "farmer" was usually said with so much hatred that they might as well have said, "scum, suckin pig." These are the same mean, down right nasty, girls who all knew my father was a teacher in this fine example of public education. They were the same ones who sneered "your father is a f_ _ kin asshole" each time they saw me in the bathroom while they were chewing gum and smoking something. All because Dad expected them to be to class on time, spit out the gum, and maybe learn something. If it wasn't for my family, a few select teachers and farmers, and good books to read I probably would have thrown myself in front of the nearest operating potato harvester. Oh yeah, the fact that we moved to Silver Lake each summer was a really big bonus. I can imagine how conversations would go at this reunion:
Former classmate: "So Susan, how many children do you have?"
Former classmate: "Oh."
End of conversation.
So, all things considered, I will not be attending the reunion as I would rather be force fed live eel.
The campus is a buzz with activity.