but it seems a weekend at a hotel with three of the kids their spouses and children suffices.
Maria treated the family to weekend stay at a hotel with the usual family amenities; spacious rooms, swimming pool, hot tub, and food. It was kind of a Holiday gathering that we couldn't have because of the press of other family commitments
In the end, I think we all agreed that just jamming into Maria's and my room, with its spacious common area, and watching the little cousins get acquainted was worth the trip. Not that connecting with the adults wasn't important and rewarding, but kids just seem to trump every other concern you might have.
From holding my youngest grandson Felix to a water fight with my older grandson Brogan and his brother Tate, Poppa got a pretty good workout this weekend without having to record reps and sets.
We brought a curse to the weather this year. Let me explain it this way since Maria bought us a new snowblower, all the precipitation we've received is rain. Of course, that obliged us by freezing into a coating of ice, but that is another story. It's so disturbing to see the big red machine standing sentry in our garage. It's like the team in the locker room waiting for the big game. What does it get? It gets rain. You can't remove rain puddles with a snowblower. Or can you? (Delusional Male thought.)
I've almost recovered from the tragedy in Atlanta. I managed to watch a soccer game yesterday afternoon. It was a friendly with the USA National team playing Serbia. I love that term Friendly. Basically, it means the teams are playing a game that doesn't really count for anything. It's like an exhibition football game or and spring league baseball game.
When the game is going on it hardly looks friendly. The players are still banging into each other with a barroom gusto.
Reaching for the ball with a foot and tripping the player trying to advance it is a typical collision point. Sometimes the player gets called for a foul sometimes they don't. I think it's like a "holding foul" in football. If they called all the time the game would last for a month rather than the stipulated 90 minutes.
Dinner preparation interrupted my watching the game, so I never did how it came out, but after all, it was only a friendly.
Hooray! Hooray! They have predicted snow for today.
From the frozen shores of Lake Maria, the future home of swarms of mosquitos, this is Poppa Jeff signing off after an incredible but exhausting weekend.
Maria treated the family to weekend stay at a hotel with the usual family amenities; spacious rooms, swimming pool, hot tub, and food. It was kind of a Holiday gathering that we couldn't have because of the press of other family commitments
In the end, I think we all agreed that just jamming into Maria's and my room, with its spacious common area, and watching the little cousins get acquainted was worth the trip. Not that connecting with the adults wasn't important and rewarding, but kids just seem to trump every other concern you might have.
From holding my youngest grandson Felix to a water fight with my older grandson Brogan and his brother Tate, Poppa got a pretty good workout this weekend without having to record reps and sets.
We brought a curse to the weather this year. Let me explain it this way since Maria bought us a new snowblower, all the precipitation we've received is rain. Of course, that obliged us by freezing into a coating of ice, but that is another story. It's so disturbing to see the big red machine standing sentry in our garage. It's like the team in the locker room waiting for the big game. What does it get? It gets rain. You can't remove rain puddles with a snowblower. Or can you? (Delusional Male thought.)
I've almost recovered from the tragedy in Atlanta. I managed to watch a soccer game yesterday afternoon. It was a friendly with the USA National team playing Serbia. I love that term Friendly. Basically, it means the teams are playing a game that doesn't really count for anything. It's like an exhibition football game or and spring league baseball game.
When the game is going on it hardly looks friendly. The players are still banging into each other with a barroom gusto.
Reaching for the ball with a foot and tripping the player trying to advance it is a typical collision point. Sometimes the player gets called for a foul sometimes they don't. I think it's like a "holding foul" in football. If they called all the time the game would last for a month rather than the stipulated 90 minutes.
Dinner preparation interrupted my watching the game, so I never did how it came out, but after all, it was only a friendly.
Hooray! Hooray! They have predicted snow for today.
From the frozen shores of Lake Maria, the future home of swarms of mosquitos, this is Poppa Jeff signing off after an incredible but exhausting weekend.
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