This past weekend was a pretty busy one.  Our oldest son found an apartment in town, so we spent Friday moving him in.  It’s a really nice place and we have heard good things about the complex.  The only draw back for him is that he doesn’t have the garage and out door living space he did at his trailer, but at least he will have neighbors that may look out for him.  We still haven’t found a home for his dog and may have to make the tough decision to bring it to the shelter.  It seems no one wants a 2 year-old unsprayed Chow mix.  She’s really very sweet but the puppies are too playful around her and they have altercations.  My son no longer wants her because she is a reminder of a past relationship so we told him we would take care of it.  We are left with the unpleasant task of getting rid of her.  We are aware of her fate and it will be hard, but sometimes we have to do unpleasant things.

Moving on, our other son spent last week away at Boy Scout camp and came home Saturday.  He had a wonderful time and has been sharing with us great stories of his adventure.  He earned his Lifesaving, Rifle Shooting, and Wilderness Survival badges.  He made new friends and can’t wait to go back next year.  He also came home with a new word added to his vocabulary. (no, not a cuss word) Everybody is now a ‘dude’.  I know, I know. All the kids use that but it sounds strange coming from him.  He doesn’t usually adopt slang words, but this one stuck.  Monday he changed the water in the tank where he was raising tree frogs.  He came home and found that he was also raising mosquitoes and I told him he needed to change the water to get rid of them.  Big mistake!  He went to check on them yesterday and the little things were all dead.  I feel awful because he had been raising them from eggs he found in the pool the beginning of summer and they were almost to the frog stage.  He had been studying them and it really was neat to watch.  Maybe we’ll find some more eggs another time and he can try again.

Our daughter had her championship softball game Saturday.  Normally they only play for an hour, which means about 3 or 4 innings, but it was decided that they would play a full 7 innings.  The game lasted 3 hours.  If the game had ended as it usually did we would have won, but we began to make mistakes.  We have a wonderful coach who believes in letting everyone play, so we switched out players every inning.  Some of the kids who showed up hadn’t been to but 1 or 2 games and almost never came to practices, so they weren’t as finely tuned as the others.  Anyhow, the saddest part is that we were at the bottom of the 7^th, bases loaded, 2 outs, and 2 runs down. My daughter came to bat.  The pressure was on and she was feeling it.  I felt so bad for her.  She struck out.  She was so upset with herself.  She felt like she lost the game all by herself.  We tried to remind her of the outs that she had made against the other team (she plays catcher) but she still blames herself.  It would have been nice but someone has to lose.  She’s over it now and tomorrow we’re suppose to go to the coach’s house for a party.  He had trophies made for the whole team, so I’m sure that will cheer her up.

We have been taking it easy the past few days with just our weekly trip to the library (son still working there) and the grocery store.  Today is clean out the classroom day.  Schoolwork has been reduced to math and English so it gets done quickly.  I think next week we’ll get back into our regular routine and start accomplishing more. (Boy, what a long post.  Hope I didn’t lose you. : )