Monday, August 24, 2015

A friend called. . .

. . . . And asked what I was up to.
I told him I was putting up a teepee.
I think he thought I was just blowing him off.

We really were putting up a teepee.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Keeping summer real - Milestones.

 We tend to spend as much time outside as we can, regardless of the weather.

So Saturday we found a beach near the cabin we could play at for several hours.
 Which also provided daughter with another first for her life book.
Jumping off of a floating dock in the middle of a lake that she had to swim out to!

Air borne!
 And of course, dipping the feet in said lake from said dock.

 Good thing daddy's camera is waterproof.
 We even carried Grandma across the hot sand so see could sit by the water (or in it, as it ended up.)

We then picked tomatoes when we got home . . . .
 . . . so she could have another first.
Her own tomato stand!

She planted them, and helped pick them. They are hers to sell.
 Hard at it.
 Drumming up business.
She made $59.50 in about an hour and a half.

Monday, August 10, 2015

Last summer weekend before school. . .

found us once again very busy.

 Friday found us hosting 'end of summer' Girl Scout swim party.
 Saturday and Sunday mornings found us taking early morning walks to try to catch sight of the fox.

And we did both mornings.
 Close up.
Tomato picking style.
 Daughter also spotted this Cicada leaving it's shell.
Note the wasp trying to get in.

She also spotted this dragon fly on my car.

We also had the swim team end of season party.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Summer fun. . . only a couple of weeks to go till school.

Thursday was her big piano recital with judges.
Here she is all ready to go.
 Listening in on a friends performance.
 Two 'Superior' trophies when all was said and done.
 Saturday morning early was the All County Swim meet.
She had to swim in five races.
 Snack time between races.
Home and Gardens pool setting for friends coming over.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Latest project. . .

. . . getting dad old film editor working.
We have several old family films I want to get record in a more modern way, and would like to do it myself. Or at least see if I can do it.

So . . . after many years in storage, and providing a good nesting spot for mice, I got it out today and got busy.
Took it all apart, cleaned it real well and goosh and golly it worked.
Still in it's original box.

I'll take care of it better this time dad.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Big Butt on a small wall.

 This past weekend our local Girl Scout Council held a fun event which included games, learning opportunities and a climbing wall.

Our daughter has always loved climbing walls.
And she did this one at least twelve times, trying each of the three climbs.

I think it may be her sport

Well, there comes a time in every child/parent relationship where at some point child (daughter) is going to go, "Oh, yea! You seem to know a lot about this dad, why don't you show me how easy it is!"

Trying to avoid that as long as possible, I though I better step up before the challenge was issued.

Well, I have not hauled (or had hauled) my body up a wall or been suspended by a rope for a very long time (30 plus years!). That is actually longer than the two dudes who managed the wall were old.
But I though it was now or wait till I get even older and she puts me on the spot.
So at it I went. After the first few feet I found my stride and old skills came back, and I know enough not to just count on strength alone, balance and finesse (two things I have loads of). At the top of the climb is a bell to ring, and in front of my daughter I got to ring the bell. I know, this photo could just be a trick. Maybe I just got a couple of feet off of the ground. But she videoed the whole thing except, luckily, my decent. I had never used one of those self belay devices before, and well, let's just say my landing needs a little work and that no one was hurt.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

I told you my dad had a '57 Chevy!

As mentioned in this post a couple yesterday.

 He must have been pretty proud of this purchase.
This would have been very late 50's or very early 60's.
They always posed my brother in front of things. Hardly ever me.
He was the favorite.
Even the rabbit got more photo time than me.

My Contribution to Sepia Sat. #289 - Beaches, not the film

Sepia Sat. Blog

One of moms favorite remembrances is going to the beach when she still lived in England.
As a child the trip to the beach would have probably been only once a year when her dads workmen group would hire a bus for the day and take families to the beach for a holiday. That would have been from the Yorkshire area. One of her favorites was Filey.
This first picture is my mom with the swim cap on with nieces and a nephew in the water.

 I don't know how people actually got in the water in the North Sea.
It seems many times it was just to go to the beach for the day, and maybe walk in the surf.
Maybe the younger ones got in more.
We were there in 2010 and the water had not warmed up much.
This photo is of my mom in the back with a sister pretending the are rowing a sand boat.
Nothing over dressed for the day about these two.
This is one of my favorites.

This is my dad, never a large man, holding my mom on his shoulders.
This would have probably been the late 40's or early 50's.

My brother at this same age could have walked right into the picture they looked so much a like.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Keeping the summer going strong. . .

Trying to get in as many adventures as we can. . . .

 Wed. evening was team picture night before practice. Daughter has her legs in the pool.
 Thursday was a trip to the National Transportation Museum.
 This one looks like a character out of 'Cars', sort of.
Waiting to be restored.
 Posing in front of Sherlock Holmes' favorite ride.
 Cool on Route 66
 Grandma use to have one of these.
 For Grandpa Charlie.

 Caboose climber.
 Working trolley car.
We took three rides on it.

Lots of trains.

 Sleeper. We got to walk through about five cars in a line from sleeper car to kitchen car, lounge cars, etc.
Even a small one we could ride.

Headin' home for more swim practice.