Summer Draws to a close.

Well another week ends. It was like a roller coaster with the emotions running very high and very low. This is life and it doesn’t stop for a moment, even if you want a break or rest. This weekend was very hard with Peanut packing up to move, Princess birthday party, Lew’s acting up, and having to put our youngest cat (14 years), Scaredy to sleep. That was hard. Ask me that last week and I would have said it wouldn’t matter but it did more than I care to admit.

Schedule:
Visit to the Atlantic and Chicoteague Island.

The Youth League ended. The though the team had was loaded with talent, it never really jelled and finished well off the pace. Individually everyone did well, but in a team sport that is a recipe for disaster. The Sunday Night League starts this Sunday and the real bowling begins.

Wild Mom tried to get a tan in her new bikini and the trees blocked her sun. So, the trees are getting removed or topped out. It isn’t nice to mess with Mother. Her free time is spent getting everything tied down in case hurricane Dean changes direction.

Lady is tired after this busy weekend. She is really looking forward to next weekend and some rest.

#1 is doing fine and starting to get ready to come home for a visit.

#2 has his drivers license and a job. After we picked our selves up off the floor at that announcement, we drew a big sigh of relief.

Peanut is moving to Winchester to help out with her Uncle. We will miss her. That feeling started on Sunday when she was packing and taking stuff there.

Princess had her 18th Birthday party. Barring the water balloons, super soakers, water hoses, cake smearing in the face, and other acts of competition, the bottom line it was a success. The turn out was pretty good and the party went well into the early morning.

Lew was a pistol this weekend. We finally had to give in and take him home. I guess old age makes you less tolerant or it brings back memories of younger years and certain kids.

Lil Princess was perfect. Her and I sat and slept most of the time. She loves (and exclusively demands) to sleep curled up on my chest. Of course I protest and then give in.