Caveat: I'd never bowled in my life. With my dominant arm not in the best shape for sports, I figured that statistic could stand the rest of my life with no regrets. But Allie was determined I should bowl and with The Girl's sweet "I'll help you, Grandma MJ." what else could I do but put on some incredibly stylish gear and give it a thunk?
|Elijah bought us new socks. I'm stunned the local style editor didn't show up.|
|For a ready to born a baby woman, she looks pretty damn fine!|
|I could have used her help.|
|My kid can bowl! Three strikes in a row? Yeaaaah!|
|Proof I really did bowl. That's me, with the score of 80.|
Allie tried to tell me the lowest score was the winner.
|This was parked outside the bowling alley. Of course it was.|
|Making her sign|
(and it worked! With the help of her Mama, she sold out of product!)
|I thought that was a 'cute' thing kids and cartoonists did on purpose.|
Nope, they really do it just like this.
Yes, I had kids. No, I don't remember that part.
|Lucky for you there aren't 27 photos of mare's tail clouds that filled the entire sky.|
It was glorious and my camera lens wasn't really big enough to gather it in.
|Always music. And great to see some old friends|
|More music arrives|
|There are plenty of flowers, both wild and cultivated, this time of year|
|This reminds me of sea oats|
|Deer trim these apple trees every year. They are loaded!|
It's fuzzy but if you are interested in a BIG houseboat, there's one for sale here on the edge of Humboldt Bay. A huge bay.
|Lots and lots and lots of miles of bay|
"Tonight, after a great day in Eureka, we were all (me, Elijah, Allie and The Girl) driving home when along the way we saw a young boy by the side of the road, with no shirt and no shoes on. It was cold and late. We stopped and Elijah went back to see what was going on. He and his mother (who, from the sound of it, has substance abuse issues) had quarreled and he left. At her urging. He is 12. He told us how to get to his Dad's house and we could tell he was nervous. As we turned in the drive he said, and they might start shooting at you with guns. Oh. Okay. But his Dad came out and was very glad we'd brought him there, no guns in sight and seemingly a normal guy. One boy delivered home safely. We thanked the fates that let us find him, rather than a lot of imagined alternatives. Parents, love your children well. I'm so proud of my family tonight."
We will all be thinking about that boy for a long time to come. The Girl was full of questions and we adults were filled with a mixed bag of emotions, shaken and stirred. It was an incident to remind us how powerful love or the lack of it can be.
But right now, I'm going for late coffee with family and to play with some tomato plants from the market, three types I've never heard of and can't wait to get in some big pots. Yay! Sunday Funday Play in the Dirt Day!
Have a salubrious Sunday. Do something swoony.