We’re All Wet

Well, this was a bit of a gamble for me–to say the least. Knowing, or believing I should say that swimming would be a good, non-stressful way to exercise–and NOT being willing to do said exercise in public–we took the leap and bought a pool.

With my foot being so touchy, I knew that the pool ladder would certainly not work–so the gamble part was more–how on earth to get my silly self actually IN the pool in the first place. Kinda felt like I’d have to have some magical powers to make it work.

But the boy was willing to set it up and the kids were certainly willing to try it out…

so we knew that worst case scenario– a bunch of folks would have fun with it no matter what my super powers turned out to be.

It was deep enough to be fun for everyone–even the little-littles, who have all taken swimming lessons to some degree.

We even found some end-of-the-year bargains on allllll kinds of floaties.

In the end, we found a way. Not a terribly dignified or graceful way perhaps–but the result was me in the pool. So that is a wonderful success- triumph even–bigger, in fact, than you could possibly know.

Thank you my dears for once again making things work in my funny world. You just always do.

I love you with all of my heart.

~ Mom~

The Shirts

Ahhhh yes. We’re a patriotic bunch, us.

Yep.

We seem to have a never ending supply of shirts to celebrate the day.

It’s a good thing too, because we have several “days” that seem to warrant a little red, white and blue action going on.

We have Memorial Day…

We have Summerfest…

we have the Freedom Festival Balloon thingy…

and, you know–the actual 4th of July.

No matter WHAT it looks like–

we’re not messing around.

Heh, heh.

Yummy food.

Allll…

the…

fabulous…

beautiful…

forever…

FAMILY.

Oh, and I almost forgot.

There were even a couple of balloons.

Perfecto.

Memorial Day 2022

I hope it doesn’t seem morbid to say what I’m about to say. Here goes…

I love Cemeteries. I really do.

Of course, it helps that there are people buried here that I have known and loved. My grandma Elsie and grandpa Clyde…

my sweet mom and dad.

My sweet brother in law Mark–who wasn’t suppose to be here for a long, long time and just makes this mortality so much more real.

There are many more that I’ve only read stories about so that I feel like I know them and I’ve come to love them just the same. My great grandma Sophia and great grandpa Alfred her husband. My mom’s brother who died at birth and was never even named.

That’s the beauty of this funny little Memorial Day tradition that we have here. Now I know that this holiday is for honoring Veterans that have given their lives for our freedom. But my mom taught us to use this day to also remember any  of our loved ones that are buried nearby. Over the years we would bring flowers to the cemetery for everyone we knew any stories about. But the best things were the stories that made them all come to life.

So, I hope it’s ok that we use this day the way we do.

It just feels right.