My Day-To-Day Photos

We drove to Duck Mountain this afternoon to drop Jared off at St. Michael's Camp. He was pretty excited, especially for the "swings of death" Kaitlynn had told him about after her trip to Ampo a couple of years ago. Actually, she's talked about them often and how much fun they were.  They sounded dangerous, and now that I've seen, I'd like them torn down please. I hope he doesn't get too seriously injured. The cabin he's in is rustic to say the least. The bunk beds may be more of a death trap than the swings. Oy! I thought they were going to come down when he tried to get on.  He just had to have the top bunk of course. I don't know why camp seemed like such a great idea.  I couldn't wait to take him.  As we were leaving, I wanted badly to take him home with me, and I miss him so much already.  It didn't help that he gave me the cold shoulder when we left. No public displays of affection for him.  Good thing we took the time last night...

I told Jared we would try to get out to the beach yesterday, and so we did. Work all done and picnic packed, it was after 5 when we arrived. Kids had a swim, and we enjoyed the shade just off the beach. Ice cream cones for the ride home wrapped up our little jaunt. Today, we enjoyed our customary Ostapovitch get together for Lorretta's birthday. It turned out to be a nice evening for a weiner roast. Ribbon jello - care of Mrs. Skehar. Amy called this morning to tell me that our cousin Louis Roebuck passed away last night and if that wasn't awful enough, cousin Todd has MS. This news loomed over me all day and made me feel heavy.