I rode 20 miles on Thursday, then on Friday I watched N and his team kick butt in their pool at a volleyball tournament and then came home to finish baking the cookies I'd promised to send for my friend Bob's race. Yeah, I'm sure they didn't really need dessert, but it was killing me to miss it, and at least this way I felt like I was a part of things. Un/Fortunately, he had such an amazing turnout (200ish registered racers) that the 13+ dozen cookies I baked didn't even work out to one per racer...and the late finishers arrived to find themselves cookie-less.
I had planned to skip the second day of the tournament so I could get in a big long ride before dropping off the cookies and cleaning and cooking for Sunday's festivities, but I just couldn't do it. I really do love being at the volleyball games, and N had a good chance of making the all-tournament team...didn't want to miss that.
The hours spent waiting between matches killed me a little since I'd hoped to get home early enough to ride for an hour or two (only a drop in my gigantic, empty Dirty Kanza bucket, but one more drop than I was starting with), but I stayed productive and assembled and addressed graduation announcements (and I'm proud/relieved to report that the boy will, indeed, graduate).
|Soooo glad I don't have to white-out the date on the inside!!|
Sunday morning I got up at 7 and rode another 18 miles before showering and making the 1.5 hour round trip to pick up N, who'd gone to an out-of-town prom and stayed at his girlfriend's house at the invitation and under the supervision of her parents. We got home and spent the rest of the morning cleaning for J's First Communion party. And then of course the event, itself, where he acquitted himself well despite the fact that we made a wrong turn after the altar (I'm so screwed at Dirty Kanza...I'm going to end up in the wrong state, I just know it).
|With my handsome boy|
|My chocolate chip cookies are at least as good as hers, but nothing compares to mom's sugar cookies!|
Unfortunately, we had an early end to the day because Jeff's grandma is in the hospital and took a bad turn. She's 91 and an amazing lady. She was one of the first people to welcome me to the family and is just such a neat, wonderful, positive person. I really love her and would appreciate it if you kept her in your prayers.