This entry has nothing to do with chocolate chip cookies but I get tired of trying to come up with clever titles. (am I alone?) I decided to just post my titles as a separate entity all together and let them speak for themselves. Kris’ cousin Michelle had some great titles and I wish I were as clever as she…but alas…I am not. She would begin each title with…”In which…” and then say something like “I’m 1/2 baked” or some other such nonsense. Anyway…I enjoyed them.
I would like to briefly update my readers on our weekend. When we left off, our hero (Kris) had gone to the fly-in at Lawicki field in Lebanon. Owen and I had debated our role in the story and decided that we too would join the aviation scene and check out what was happening. I called Amber to see if she and Madison would like to join us and they did. We decided not to let Kris know we were coming and just show up as a surprise. We found him sitting with his back turned to incoming guests which allowed me to encourage Owen to walk up to him on his own and greet him. He was indeed surprised. I hope Amber and Madison were not disappointed. The weather kept many of the flyers from actually flying in. They were against the idea of flying somewhere and being unable to fly home again. Can you blame them? There were about four aircraft that were being used and the competitions got underway a little late. It rained on us too, but thankfully lunch was ready at the same time as the rain and we all joined the chef in the hanger for hot dogs and hamburgers. The four of us left soon after and Kris stayed a while to hang out with the flyers and was able to get a ride once the room had cleared out quite a bit.
Saturday night we stayed home and enjoyed a quiet evening. Owen was very good about going to bed, though he was upset and did cry a little he at least acknowledged that we still love him and went to sleep fairly quickly.
Sunday brought us a good day. We had a guest speaker at church. Reggie Dabbs is going to be with our youth at beach camp for the next few days and was asked to give the sermon yesterday morning as sort of an introduction to the week. He was incredible. He has been to our church a couple of times before and every time I am impressed and moved by his speaking.
Yesterday afternoon we went to Breeden’s Nursery in Mt. Juliet and got a peck of peaches. They cost $14.00 for a peck and that’s just not a lot of peaches but I couldn’t imagine picking them in the hot sun and pregnant. Also, I can only remember helping pick peaches one time in my childhood and was glad to get some that I knew were picked by someone with some experience. I would have hated to come home with cheaper but unusable peaches. I have helped quite often with canning them and am somewhat excited about the process. Right now my little treasures are sitting on newspaper getting soft. I remember my mom bringing home bushel baskets of peaches and we would lay them out across the garage floor on the already prepared newspaper. They would sit there for a while and the normally greasy smell of the garage was replaced by the fruity smell of peaches…fun memory.
Last night we drove up to Becky and Bobby’s house to hang out with them and my dad. Dad had been in Oklahoma for a week or so and decided to come through Nashville on his way home. He has to make a stop in Ohio to pick up Reubmummy (dad’s mom) so it was somewhat on his way. We ate dinner, watched Andy Griffith and played marbles. Owen was asleep by the time we got home so there was no fussing at all about Roj Roj. A good night.
Peaches, yum. I found a place here where you can pick blueberries, I haven’t decided if we’ll do it yet or not. Glad you had fun with the family.
The smell of fresh peaches anywhere is delightful! I have been so impressed this summer with such yummy fruit.
I’m glad that your Roj Roj loving boy is not fussing that much about it being gone. I think it was harder on me than it was on Bella to get rid of it.