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I'm very late this year, but the tomatoes are in the ground. They may not be much to look at now, but wait a few weeks.
What's the next best thing to having a trampoline in your backyard....? That's right, having a trampoline in your neighbor's yard.
BoyHead played an awesome doubles tennis match against the infamous Troy (MO) Trojans. First game was won by BH and friend 6-2. Second game went to the Trojans 6-4. Third game, the good guys dug deep and eeked out a 6-4 win. There was much rejoicing. I was most impressed by the sports facility at the school. There were a couple of baseball fields, soccer fields, tennis courts, a track and a football field. It was beautiful. Too bad the budget cuts will force them to cancel all High School sports. Funny how that always works, huh. Can't cut out the bloated bureaucracy. Can't reduce the administrators. Can't lower the travel budget. Sorry, I digress. It was a beautiful day and an excellent time was had by all. Go, BoyHead!
Kristie has been spending the whole past week in Augusta, MO at a Plein Air event. It's outdoor painting in the rolling hills of the Missouri Wine Country. Beautiful scenery. There were over 100 artists from around the area and I was amazed at the quality of the work. Here are a few pics of both the scenery and the artwork. Enjoy! I did take some high resolution pics of her artwork--they're about 800 kb. If you want to see the detail, click here and here and here.
I'm on the Church softball team. Go team! Originally we were supposed to be in a co-ed league. I was all for that. I figured that it wouldn't be quite as competitive and serious (this thinking is frowned upon by Lovely Wife, but I sincerely believe it to be true). I think we didn't get signed up in time to make the co-ed league. Well, we're in the men's league. I can tell most of them are quite serious--baseball pants and cleats and all. I, on the other hand, didn't even have a glove--had to buy a new one. Stiff as a North Dakota Grandpa sittin' on the porch in January (that did seem a bit forced, huh?). I haven't actually played softball since I was in the Air Force. I separated from the AF 12 years ago. So, as you might imagine, it was quite an inauspicious start. My first at-bat I squeaked a double out of a single (thanks to the vigilant 1st base coach) and had to slide into second. Well, I didn't exactly slide. I sort of half-slid. One foot forward and one knee in back. Wrecked the knee. Had to sit out the rest of the game. Go team!