First of all, at the lake where you swam in the summer what you swam out to was inexplicably called "the dock" not the raft. :-) I spent a few hours there yesterday with my grandson Ryan, even said the words "welcome to my beach" when we got there, and delivered my annual Manahan speech to Mrs. Charron and a few others (you know, aren't we lucky to live here?"). It made me remember those days with your mom and Mrs. Charron and Mrs. Quinn and I all hanging out at the beach while all of you were in your swimming lessons playing the very same Marco Polo. You need to add to this column - it should include the day the lifeguard yelled at you and Jon not to yell for help unless you really need it, the day the lifeguard yelled "Bus. Stop"., the peals of laughter your mother and I would go into when you said every SINGLE time we left the beach, "can we stop at Diamond Acres?", not to mention the time Erica came home and said she had the black girl as her swimming teacher and I, trying to think of a black person who I'd ever seen in Hillsboro, finally realized she meant the girl in the black bathing suit. Those were good lazy summer days on the beach - I'm enjoying having a little of them back again with my grandchildren.
No, the list isn't getting shorter, in fact I keep adding to it. One of the things on there is learn to do a cartwheel which seems like one of those things that should get done sooner, rather than later.
maybe lay around presents sort of compete with my pretty much single-handed trying to guess who put what into whose stocking with everyone denying that they did it- for no apparent reason. I seem to be the only one interested in solving the mystery. In fact when I carefully buy myself the same item as I put in someone else's stocking to throw them off the track, no one even seems that interested. I like those knee socks I put it my own stocking this year. :-) But aha to Ben if he's reading this- you left the packaging for the Rubik's cube upstairs in the bedroom you were sleeping in so I know who that one item came from!
Yes, I will ABSOLUTELY jump in on this one. We live in NH, it's winter, there will be snow, and we need to deal with it. I always give the speech in youth group in September that we never cancel a meeting due to bad weather. If you feel that it's too slippery or dangerous to come out, then by all means stay home- but we WILL have a meeting so don't start calling me in the morning to ask if we are going to still have youth group. The answer is "yes". It makes everything a lot simpler plus it has the added entertainment of everyone asking questions like, "well, but what if school cancels early?, what if all after school activities are called off for the day?, what if there is a foot of snow at the end of my driveway?, what if the police chief comes on TV and says the roads are bad?". Same answer- yes, we still have youth group. And YES, I did have a student last year who lived across the street from your old house who didn't come to her lesson because the roads were slippery. A more suspicious person than me might have thought maybe she hadn't practiced and wasn't prepared for her lesson. :-) So be careful, Sara, but keep driving in that snow!
I was waiting for Jon to respond to this one before I jumped in. Beth Dyer sent me a note saying not to miss it! Now when I have students that play loud and fast, I tell them they subscribe to the Jon Daley school of piano playing. I guess I should modify that to the Jon Daley/Sara Foss school of piano playing. I don't remember you being as bad about that as Jon was. Although I do remember the two of you playing duets in the same style. Ahhhhh- I miss those days!
I think you should tell the story of when you were the groomsmaid at your friend Jon's wedding- and especially how when I told you the bridal party was going together to have their harid done and hesitantly asked if you wanted to join us- and your response was "Sure. Why not? It'll be an adventure." :-)
Let me just chime in here. I've been thinking about the two bikes won in the Cricenti's raffle and it might have been the other way around- that Sara won the first bike and then Jon figured naturally he could win a bike too. I can't remember which way it was, but I do think it was in close proximity like within a week or two. Either way, whichever of you was second, I remember both of you being very confident that of course it would be easy to win a second bike.
And on buying bikes, I happen to have input into this since I just bought myself a bike a couple of weeks ago. I bought a Trek road bike at S&W Sports in Concord and they were very good about spending lots of time discussing what kind of bke would be good- especially after determining that the last bike I owned had no gears and had coaster brakes. So far I've only ridden it around our loop, Mapleleaf and the school- oh and to the post office- but I'm starting to remember the hang of it and also getting used to the hand brakes. I'm totally with you on the where to ride part- I'm riding with traffic the way I'm supposed to, but I'd be way more comfortable riding on the sidewalk where sure, I might run into a couple of pedestrians but at least I wouldn't get hit by a car.
And on another note- do you both remember when Jon crashed on Henniker Street and returned home bloody and wounded, but before he got home Eleda had called to say he shouldn't have been riding on the sidewalk in the first place?
Posted on July 18 at 10:14 a.m. (Suggest removal)
First of all, at the lake where you swam in the summer what you swam out to was inexplicably called "the dock" not the raft. :-) I spent a few hours there yesterday with my grandson Ryan, even said the words "welcome to my beach" when we got there, and delivered my annual Manahan speech to Mrs. Charron and a few others (you know, aren't we lucky to live here?"). It made me remember those days with your mom and Mrs. Charron and Mrs. Quinn and I all hanging out at the beach while all of you were in your swimming lessons playing the very same Marco Polo. You need to add to this column - it should include the day the lifeguard yelled at you and Jon not to yell for help unless you really need it, the day the lifeguard yelled "Bus. Stop"., the peals of laughter your mother and I would go into when you said every SINGLE time we left the beach, "can we stop at Diamond Acres?", not to mention the time Erica came home and said she had the black girl as her swimming teacher and I, trying to think of a black person who I'd ever seen in Hillsboro, finally realized she meant the girl in the black bathing suit.
Those were good lazy summer days on the beach - I'm enjoying having a little of them back again with my grandchildren.
On Summer is still magical