These are a few weeks old, taken from Aarons Beach.
|The sand there has been pushed up into the marsh|
during various storms. The beach is definitely shifting.
The weekend was busy but good.
Daughter's basketball team remains undefeated after barely pulling off another win Saturday night. They won by only one point in a very low scoring game, 21-20. It was absolutely excruciating to watch, and my throat is raw from screaming.
(Poor Mr. Junie Crosby, who sat next to us, probably still has ringing ears from all the commotion. Ann Marie, your father witnessed these antics from the other side of the court. He can no longer say we don't do enough cheering.)
My mother and I have sufficiently embarrassed
And they won! So all the embarrassment is well worth it.
Actually my mother and I are superstitious and believe that our antics helped propel the team to victory. It all started in the Middlesex game when our bleacher thumping marked the point in the game where the tables turned and we gained control of the scoreboard.
Things have gotten progressively uglier/better (depending on whether you're asking my father or me) ever since.
There's another game at 5:30 tomorrow at home and one at 6:00 Thursday at West Point.
(Big Hair Envy, do you want to meet up? We could reminisce about the 1980-ish tournament we played in Back in the Day.)
After Saturday's game I went to a friend's birthday party and proceeded to laugh and laugh and laugh at all the stories told by some of my lifelong Mathews friends.
Today is a federal holiday, so I am
Life is good.
How was your weekend?