Virginia
I've returned from Virginia.
It was great to see the family. The cousins I all love still; I forget the younger ones age and change. Photos pending perhaps.
Much good Virginian lager was drunk. The Fourth was celebrated. Some of us indulged in serious late night Twilight Zone (Sci-Fi Channel marathon in honor of Independence Day) and all of us were overjoyed to watch Italy triumph at the last moment (I do hope they beat France). Ireland better put an ace team together one year soon.
My vacation book was Ray Flynn's book on the late pope; enjoyable. A few evenings were decent and more than decent weather-wise; there was some nice rain but I'm told there was more here in Texas.
One of my earlier Virginia memories was when I must've been seven or so, chasing lightning bugs; it was another Fourth of July weekend. There was a neighborhood parade: red, white and blue streamers on bikes and scooters. I seem to forget how I miss those people until I see them.
It's easy to notice how we the grandkids are aging because the two older cousins could only spend two days each with us in Chesterfield due to work and what not. Washington D.C. is a blackhole for smart Virginia kids.
If I could, I'd bide my time up there until fall.
It was great to see the family. The cousins I all love still; I forget the younger ones age and change. Photos pending perhaps.
Much good Virginian lager was drunk. The Fourth was celebrated. Some of us indulged in serious late night Twilight Zone (Sci-Fi Channel marathon in honor of Independence Day) and all of us were overjoyed to watch Italy triumph at the last moment (I do hope they beat France). Ireland better put an ace team together one year soon.
My vacation book was Ray Flynn's book on the late pope; enjoyable. A few evenings were decent and more than decent weather-wise; there was some nice rain but I'm told there was more here in Texas.
One of my earlier Virginia memories was when I must've been seven or so, chasing lightning bugs; it was another Fourth of July weekend. There was a neighborhood parade: red, white and blue streamers on bikes and scooters. I seem to forget how I miss those people until I see them.
It's easy to notice how we the grandkids are aging because the two older cousins could only spend two days each with us in Chesterfield due to work and what not. Washington D.C. is a blackhole for smart Virginia kids.
If I could, I'd bide my time up there until fall.