Splish Splash

This has been the summer of Peter's discovery of a deep, fascinating, never boring, ever new, love of the water. He is putting his face in the water, jumping in, vaulting in, swimming like a little dolphin. Three hours at the pool are as 3 minutes to Peter (and Jeanne, too). Mimi has also clocked hours and hours at Urbanna, and, even with sunscreen, has acquired a very dark tan. John refers to her as his hispanic sister....

Teresa is in New Jersey with the walk for the unborn. If you want to check in on their website it is missionariesoftheeucharist.org. She has been enjoying meeting a lot of people and spreading the prolife message. I talked with her yesterday and she mentioned meeting 2 Ukranian college students (fraternal twins) who asked to spend a day or 2 with the walkers. They were enthusiastic participants in the work (walking), talking about the theology of the body, etc. Tee loved getting to know them both. Isn't she lucky to meet these interesting people?

Tomorrow Ken and I get to see the show that John is in this summer, Pippin, at All Saints. We are looking forward to it. Johnny, among other small parts, dances the temptation to the sin of anger. He has a lion painted on his face. It should be wierd and interesting, probably in that order. I'll let you know.... woo-woo!

Pirates of the Northern Neck

On Saturday Cap't Ken and crew dropped anchor at Westmoreland State Park.
Its a frightening crew, I'll admit, but thats piracy for you.

After a quick dinner of buccaneer burgers, the crew went off to explore the local environs.

They reached the cliff stairs and descended to the beach below. Yo, ho, ho!

Cap't boy Peter proceded to dig for treasure, Mimi wanted to develop her swarthy tan, and the Capt was content to take off his boots, and dabble his weary feet in the briny bubbles.

Johnny took a run down the beach, unfortunately unrecorded for these purposes.

However, the rest of the salty dogs

posed for glamour shots without the help of John's whiskers or gold teeth.

Maybe not buried, yet the crew found treasure all right, and give thanks to the One Who provided the good times, weather, food and company.

Nonie-ism of the day: You don't need a crystal ball to see the future, just look at the decisions you are making today.

Jeanne and Peter have been enjoying frequent visits from(and to) our neighbor Peggy's kitten, Philly.

Today Jeanne, Mimi, Peter and I visited Nonie and Nano, had lunch and watched an Eddie Cantor movie in their apt. I hit the jackpot at Nonie's little thrift store with a belgian waffle maker for $2.50. Now, can you guess what we will be eating for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks the next several days? ;-)

N and N are doing well and we had a jolly time. Nonie served blueberries in the fruit salad, and Peter asked "Where did these blueberries come from, Nonie?" Nonie answered, "Wegmans, Peter" To which he replied, "These are much sweeter than the ones in our backyard". Of course, if you could see the tiny green blueberries he picks, you'd know why! I guess he never realised their true potential!

Laura's commute from D.C. on the train took 3 rainy hours yesterday.

Today is Mary W.'s 21st bday. Happy Birthday, Mary! You are now "of age"!

Even the sparrow

Today is Tee's 22 bday. Johnny congratulated her this morning with the comment "You've passed the significant years (18 and 21) so why bother celebrating?" Thus speaks the 17 year old.

Mimi was telling me about her tennis coach, Mr. C., a dedicated disciplinarian, probably previously a drill sargent, who said to one of the girls who'd missed a shot: "Oh, my Who? There are starving children in Africa, and God doesn't have time to listen to someone use His name in vain on the tennis court."

Peter and Johnny enjoying Westmoreland on July 2.