Isn’t that what advertisements say to do on your way to stores? Oh, it’s the opposite? Well, not around here.
It’s been four months and seven days since I ran. You know those kids that can’t seem to go anywhere without skipping or galloping. That was me. As an adult. One of my biggest concerns with moving in together with my parents was that they’d be living below me and have to put up with the pounding footsteps overhead. And there are times I know I made more noise than both kids combined as I leaped down the hallway. Good sports, my parents. 🙂
Joshua starts AA baseball practise tomorrow. First year moving up from T-ball, and we’re all very excited that the sandcastle-building-in-the-middle-of-a-game days might be behind us forever. (Or not forever. Remind me to post about that–just to pique your curiosity.) His coach came highly recommended, which is of utmost importance to seven and eight-year olds. But the coach’s philosophy, besides practise being four times a week, is that he doesn’t have one assistant coach: he has twenty-six assistant coaches. Each parent. And we’re supposed to play catch with every kid except our own, coach them on the field, etc … I’m already embarrassed because I won’t be running after the ball! Silly issue, I know, but I hate the thought of someone thinking I’m milking it, or being dramatic. Y’all know I’m never that!
A few weekends ago, Kev and the kids and the dogs and I went over to Lincoln City to see our Donna. Okay, we already had the trip planned because the dogs were awfully dirty and smelled, too. Nothing cleans them up like the ocean water. Super conveniently, Donna had finished a THOROUGH edit on Undiscovered and we arranged for me to pick up the tapes. All ten and a half hours of them. 
We hung out on the beach for a while–note the photographic evidence–before a sneaker wave came up. I turned my back to the ocean and hobbled as quickly as I could to get away, but the water gained with each step. As it lapped at my heels, I lifted my bum leg and hopped on the good one. So I’m really not faking it. I have a wet shoe to prove it around here somewhere ….
Great pics, and I’m sure you loved Donna’s edit tapes. I had several hours worth from her too, and my story is way better because of her! She’d gifted.
Hey, fitting in another trip to Lincoln City–how do you rate?? :-)Your photos bring back wonderful memories of our retreat. Thanks for sharing.