Try to make this one a talky...
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Well! This afternoon I went over to the farm and Brianna and the kids played in Brianna's swimming pool thingie while Christine and I chatted. It was great to catch up with her, and all three kids had a wonderful time. Boy was it nice out there.
Last night the four of us all went back to Sunset Lake for the first time this year. We got there around 7:30 and stayed for an hour or so. So nice. No bugs. One guy who'd brought his two girls for an after dinner swim and us. I just love Sunset Lake. It's a little pond in Greenfield, next to Crotched Mountain. And just like this afternoon, the kids played happily while Jeff and I hung out chatting.
I kept daydreaming of somehow procuring a little summer cottage on the lake. I wonder. Are there down sides to having a vacation home that is only about 15 minutes from your full time home? I would like to find out.
Last summer Henry and I went to a lake front cottage on Sunset Lake for a birthday party of his classmate. The cottage belongs to his grandmother, and she lives in our town too. So that's someone who's determined vacation living a short distance from your primary residence is worth doing. (Perhaps my dear reader who knows who I'm talking about could chime in here. Does this woman love it? or is it used more by her grown children? hmmm.)
James is crashed out at my feet right now.
Oh! Skype! I want my mom and sisters to sign up and download Skype. I want us to video chat more often, and I have determined that this is the best way to do it between a Mac and PC. I wonder why it's so difficult to do video chats across platforms.
Last night, watching MSNBC and everybody mourning Tim Russert. What a shame. They obviously really loved him as a colleague and mentor. Keith Olbermann was read faced and lip trembling all night, poor guy. They all kept saying that he'd always ask you about your kids or check back and ask about your mom and the surgery you mentioned she needed, etc.
One guy said Russert was such a total family man and wonderful father and made this guy a better father because of the way he saw Tim live his life. To have him die right around Fathers Day is sort of fitting because it's the perfect time to mourn and remember Tim Russert, on Fathers Day.
And all this makes me think of my Dad and how we went to Seaside to spread his ashes the weekend of Fathers Day. I think his memorial party was the Saturday before, and the trip to Oregon was the day after. I remember spending Fathers Day itself in a sort of extended pajama day at Jocelyns, not doing anything but recovering from Saturday and repairing for Monday.
Anyway. It's a good point. If you're going to lose a wonderful father, Fathers Day might be the best time to do it. Roll it all up into one. I wish my Dad had lived to meet James, our new dog. I see my Dad in myself when I try to get Jim to play rough and bitey. "Kill, Jim. Kill." I say and slap and claw the couch.
Thanks to two five pound weights in the bottom of our trash can, Jim is no "Garbarge Dog", however.
Today is Christine Saturday for me! My other girlfriend Christine and I are going out to grab a bite and a drink or two. I'm lousy with Christines!
Have a good one, talk to you later!