It's a really busy time around the Chesapeake Bay household these days. I'm still
This week, in addition to commuting to and from the paying job, I'm attending two away soccer games (one in Denbigh, the other in Williamsburg); traveling to Lancaster for an away cross country meet, and counting the minutes before
All this extra driving to the away sports events is on top of the usual commute to work and right on the heels of a near-record 700 miles I covered in only a few days last week--and let's not forget the weekend that consisted of teenagers (overflowing with energy, enthusiasm, and loud music) having a party in my basement
In addition, I had to make an extra trip "across the river, to town" (about 70 miles, all told) on Sunday to purchase a suit for Chesapeake Bay Son, who is an escort in this weekend's Homecoming festivities.
That trip consisted of being trapped inside a very crowded department store, where an impatient mother frantically searched for a Size 38 R vs. a 40 L vs. what about 38L or 40M or 42S and is this jacket really gray or black or is it navy blue and where are my reading glasses and where is your sister and why is this department store jam packed with people on a Sunday when they should be at home curled up on the couch in front of the TV and when can we go home and when will I ever get to curl up on a couch and when did every single aspect of my life get to be so difficult?
Wow. That's a lot of complaining, although I feel slightly better. But wait! There's more!
Last but not least, I have two more book deadlines relating to editing that I must meet in the next week: one part is due Friday and the other on Monday.
Given all the
In the mean time, here are some photos taken one morning about a month or two ago from the public landing near Onemo.
In other more exciting news, click here for a story written by my mother. It has to do with horses, relationships and verbal artillery. She includes a picture of Baby Sis doing her very best to look exactly like my daughter's clone.