|Boat house on Gwynn's Island, January 2011|
Welcome to Three Thing Thursday, where I share three things and you share three things, related to whatever topic happens to spring to mind.
I'll start but hope to be brief since I'm
1. On Tuesday, Chesapeake Bay Son was granted legal permission by the state of Virginia to drive--as long as someone in the passenger seat has a valid driver's license. That means he can drive over the bridge which spans the Rappahannock River, which is about four thousand miles long and about ten Mt. Everests high with pipe cleaner for a guard rail the last time I checked. He made out just fine. Evidently.
2. Chesapeake Bay Daughter, who is all of 12 years old, is asking permission to attend a party tonight. Last time I checked, tonight is Thursday. When I was 12 the only parties I attended on any night much less a Thursday night were these: I seriously cannot believe they just push you out the hospital in a wheelchair and wave happily goodbye when you give birth. They must cackle like hens as the parents drive away with the newborn, knowing full well that when the baby turns 12 they're going to be talking about parties on a Thursday night, when the parent is so worn down from a demanding job; a book deadline; an older brother who is driving; and other assorted traumas that the overwhelmed mother doesn't know if she's coming or going.
CB Daughter doesn't have school tomorrow, and the party is fine, it's just that One Last Thing at the end of a very long day; that one straw that breaks
3. Yesterday, just like the other days this week, I awoke at 5:15, drove 50+ miles to work; worked; drove 50+ miles to a basketball tournament; screamed for at least an hour; felt as though I'd played a basketball game instead of watched one; and came home very late at night to finally write this blog post. Well, OK, Tuesday night you can substitute a spring sports meeting for a basketball game and sighing instead of screaming. Still.
3b. Baby Sister traveled from Richmond to watch Chesapeake Bay Daughter's final basketball game last night. Although we lost the game, it was close. It was good seeing Baby Sis, even if she did call me a Fish-Eyed Fool. Just so you know, Chesapeake Bay Daughter reminds me of Baby Sister, who scored over a thousand points in her high school basketball career and has her own basketball in the trophy case at Mathews High School to prove it.
4. As long as I'm bragging, Chesapeake Bay Mother confirmed after the game last night that she was the first female ever to earn a four-year varsity letter in basketball at Gloucester High School back in the 1950s.
Now it's your turn.
Please share three (or more) things on any topic whatsoever.
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