Pre-Easter Post

I have a series of blog posts to cover the last week or so . . . but I've been busy (and a bit depressed, but don't worry about it, I'll be fine; and this is not that kind of blog anyway so I won't bore you with the details . . . but . . . do you ever feel like God has led you out on a limb in every single area of your life and you are just dangling there waiting to see whether the limb is going to break and send you crashing to the ground or turn into a luxury treehouse complete with jacuzzi?) so I'm only just now posting them. I thought I'd write them all up tonight (since the sun has peeked through the Black Curtain ever so briefly [did anyone catch that Gail Godwin reference?] [does anyone else know who Gail Godwin is?]) and schedule them to post over the next few days.

Let's start with Apollo Ohno, who gave a presentation in Casey's first grade class last week:


Casey's assignment was to read a biography and then dress like a character from the book and tell about that person's life. He wanted to do a presentation on Apollo Ohno, but there were no biographies on Apollo Ohno in his school library (and I'm banned from the public library until I pay my $55 in overdue fines), so after he started his presentation by telling his audience about how many medals Apollo Ohno had and how many Olympics he'd been in, he said, "You may think this presentation is going to be about Apollo Ohno, but it's not, it's about Bonnie Blair." At least, that's what he said when he practiced. And then he launched into Bonnie Blair's life and achievements.

YaYa and PopPop came to town Thursday for the Easter weekend, so we invited them to come with us to the Skateworld. YaYa not only accepted with enthusiasm ("Ooooh! Yes!!"), she actually skated.


On Friday, Casey didn't have school so I promised Casey and Mace I would take them to the beach. And for once, I actually followed through on a hasty beach trip promise:

I'm not sure you can tell, but that sand sculpture there is a train -- I was very proud of it for two minutes before Mace smashed it. Casey deserted us as soon as we got there to play with a boy he'd never met (I have no idea whose child Casey is because neither of his parents would have done that as children). PopPop went with us -- and it was a good thing, because I can't carry all that beach crap by myself. It's a shame that 50 spf sunscreen didn't work any better, though. He's going to have a really weird sock tan once the burn fades.