Mulching

I should be tending to my neglected flower gardens but instead I mulched a bin of socks today with my Aunt Suci, who is staying with us until her apartment is ready.


Have you ever mulched a mass of unmatched socks? Turning the pile over and over looking for the elusive mate? I find it a tedious and only moderately productive exercise. We barely found the necessary amount of matches to prevent sending Jubal off to CYIA sockless. I love summer just for the fact that socks are rarely needed. While mulching I entertained with Suci with my on the spot summer rewrite of a Christmas classic......
"It's the most wonderful time of the year....We don't need to match socks, 'cause we wear our flip-flops.......It's the most wonderful t-i-m-e of the year!

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Evaluations

The first night of WWBC's VBS is complete. My three lesson times seemed to go well with some minor adjustments after the inevitable guinea pig first session. As usual I found it difficult to keep within the time constraint... There's a rumor that I'm long-winded.....preacher's daughter, must be in the blood.

While driving home, Jubal provided me with an impromptu personality assessment after a very lively conversation. I quote:
"I'm trying to imagine you as a quiet person. It's not working out."


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Meet the Neighbors

I met a new neighbor this evening. Apparently there was a retirement party at the fire station and Andy from up the road had a bit too much to drink. While sweeping the living room just after 11, I heard the front door open. I thought everyone was already in bed so I was curious. Looking down the stairs, I saw a young man that I didn't recognize. Completely intoxicated, he was mumbling, "I'm just going to take off my shoes" as he proceeded to remove his one shoe. Yes, he was only wearing one. With my expression half confused and half amused, I stated, "Um...this isn't your house." At first I told him that he needed to go home but as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I thought to myself, "He's not going to make it home in that condition." I asked him if he could make it back by himself and he said, "No." I have to say I agreed with his assessment so I had Nolan go down and wake up Jim, who took him home safely. He was extremely apologetic and I have a feeling that one-shoe Andy will have some interesting recollections in the morning. Perhaps it's time to start locking my door at night?

Marching Through the Milestones

This past weekend we celebrated the 40th birthday of friends Jeremy Redlon.......


and Peter Paradis..........


It struck me that this 40th birthday has been a common occurrence among my friends lately. I'm thankful that God has given me so many lifelong friends that I have shared the milestones with, some even from childhood.


Wasn't it only yesterday that I celebrated Mom's 40th birthday before heading off to Australia to get engaged? Now, here I am approaching the same milestone...minus the engaged first-born, thankfully. Time is a funny thing......and 40 is no longer old.

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Elk Pen to Fingerboard Shelter

....and we begin......3:00 pm... 4 miles to go.




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Muffin Morning

We've made it as far as Fishkill, NY for an early lunch at Cracker Barrel. Our breakfast consisted of muffins made by Jen Hodgdon and eaten on the road. The muffins began their journey in the van with Greg, Peg and all the kids. Jim, Liz, James and I in the other vehicle, were missing out on the homemade treats so we attempted an on- highway window toss between the two vehicles.....twice. Unfortunately both attempts failed with Jen's delicious muffins sacrificed for our entertainment. Then we tried again with Swedish Fish resulting in another couple of failed attempts but a lot of laughter.


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Weigh In

My pack officially weighs in at 35lbs and is loaded into the trailer. It's a 4:30 AM start tomorrow. AT, here we come!


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