My extracurriculars finally catching up to me, I slumped on the couch. “What’s this?” she asked, noting my energy level lower than normal.
How do you note the passage of time? Are the candles on your birthday cake enough to give you a sense of the present? Or is it your kiddo’s current grade in school? We do it a bit differently at Camp Fradd.
Jay and I have been celebrating monthiversaries since around the 3-month mark. Is that right? Or did we start before that? I remember clearly our half-yeariversary celebration. Each month he did something special for dinner and bought me a different kind of flower.
Nearing the end of month, its once again time to consider some things from the past month. These snippets – loved , said, learned, read – are a small look at how I’ve spent this summer. My morning walks, which I started only a few weeks ago, are already noticeably darker the same time each morning. Like it or not, the days are getting shorter. All the more reason to cherish the small moments.
My family traveled to Nashville on Wednesday afternoon and back on Friday evening. As with any Justus League excursion, we had a great time and packed a lot into the two day trip. The drive itself takes just over 3 hours from where we live, depending on traffic and how optional the driver considers the speed limit.
This past weekend my extended family celebrated two milestones – the second in honor of the first. My parents celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary, and wanted their branch of the family tree to join them.
Wednesday Night Trivia
Each Wednesday night Jay and I join other couples from our neighborhood to play live team trivia. The typically Smartinis roster includes 8 regulars, but on occasion we have others join us. The other team members have impressive professional and travel resumes, so we often do well.
As a kid, I never realized my parents took us on vacations to Myrtle Beach to travel on the cheap. They packed the cooler with sandwich meat, clean the garden out of fresh vegetables, and then we hit the road. Somewhere between here and there, my dad pulled the car over and we ate lunch at a picnic table. My mom peeled cucumber after cucumber for my sister and me, an addiction I’ve yet to break.
The morning started in a panic. Papaw Delmer was taken by ambulance to the ER with difficulty breathing. He had been told by his doctors this could be a symptom of his blood clot moving to his lungs.
The family held our breaths as we waited. We had no clue what the coming hours would hold, much less days. My sister and I listened as the ER doctor explained the issues, using the phrase “potentially lethal” to describe his pulmonary embolisms. He then asked us to repeat back what we understood him to say, ensuring we understood the seriousness of the situation.