Sunrise at Aarons Beach

These were taken at sunrise from Aarons Beach last week after I dropped off Daughter at cross country practice, which started at six thirty.

Six thirty, and sunrise, were only three hours later than when I went to sleep Sunday morning after my mini class reunion aboard the Spirit of Norfolk Saturday night.  Although we all were nervous about the late (to us anyway) start time of Midnight Thirty, we used toothpicks to prop our eyelids open used the aerobic activity known as dancing to help keep the blood flowing to ensure nobody nodded off.

Our friend Lucy (click here for a post with our picture) did an excellent job organizing the event, which wasn't without its obstacles, and we've vowed to plan regular activities to force us out of our stale normal routines which almost never include dancing on a boat in downtown Norfolk from 12:00 - 2:30 a.m.

How was your weekend?

Three Things

Welcome to Thursday, where it's time to share three things.  

Whatever happens to be on our minds at the moment. 

These things can be random, related, ridiculous, serious, germane, inane or whatever.

(Remember that three is just a suggestion.)

(Often the very creator of Three Things ignores her own suggestion.)

1.  This weekend I will join a few friends from Mathews High School's class of 1982 for a midnight cruise aboard the Spirit of Norfolk.  Norfolk is about an hour and a half away from Mathews, and the cruise ends at 2:30 a.m.  Chesapeake Bay Woman would like to state for the record that the last time she drove to Norfolk for anything that began at midnight and ended at 2:30 a.m. was this time:  N.E.V.E.R.   However, because there's this thing called YOLO, CBW is eagerly awaiting Saturday and is hoping sure she can stay awake, because the characters coming along will keep her laughing hysterically.

1b.  Although CBW has modeled her entire life after the concept of YOLO, always game for doing something fun even when she can provide thousands of reasons why she can't or shouldn't (such as the yard which is taking over her house and the myriad of home maintenance projects that require attention), she never knew there was an acronym for her lifestyle and her philosophy and was very pleased to be informed by her children that it stands for "You only live once."

1c.  CBW's children also informed her that she was the last person on the planet to know what YOLO means.  CBW blames her lack of TV watching and general isolation from mainstream anything for this state of affairs but is glad to learn there is a label for why she is going to Norfolk Saturday night for an event that begins at midnight.

2.  Daughter, who had never played volleyball before other than in the back yard and in a swimming pool on vacation, didn't make the volleyball team.  Instead she's running cross country, which she's never done either.  We've had to get up at Ohsodark:30 a.m. this week for practice, but it's all good.  She's trying a new sport, a new challenge which will put her in prime shape for basketball, and I'm very proud of her.

3.  We all survived Son's 18th birthday. Yes.  Multiple teens and one frazzled, dazed and confused mother all survived. I feel like I've lived nine lives in less than a week.  Twenty nine, to be more exact.  YOL29?


Now it's your turn to share three things, or more things.  If you can't think of anything to say, tell me how long ago (and how) you heard of YOLO, so I can know exactly how far behind the times I am.