Day Two Hundred Fifty Three 2010

Shelby's Last Run

Granddaughter Shelby ran for the final time today in the Cougar Run, her school's only fundraiser.

She's in 4th grade this year. This was her fifth Cougar Run. I love the bandanna. She said it made them look like Pilgrims.

They raise money for their school by collecting pledges for running and walking laps around the big parking lot for an hour. She's ready to run!

Run, Shelby, run! They were blessed with great weather this morning--cloudy skies and a nice coolish breeze blowing. The rain held off until it was all over.

Three generations of Capshaw Kids--mom, daughter, granddaughter. Holly wore one of her vintage T shirts and ran some laps with Shelby. (I watched and took pictures....)

The final tally: 19 laps! That's the most she's ever done in five years. Way to go, Shelby!

Oh yeah.

Big smile after the run, but it was bittersweet. She was a little sad because this was her last run.

Shelby's Capshaw Cougar Run through the years. Look how she's grown! Way too fast. You did a good job, Shelby! I love you and I'm proud of you always.

Day Two Hundred Fifty Two 2010

Grandparents' Day Breakfast

Neil and I were grandson Elijah's guests at the Grandparents' Day Breakfast at his school this morning. This is an annual event, and this year's theme was apparently tropical because we got to wear Hawaiian lays and have our picture made in front of palm trees and beach blankets. All the moms of the kids brought yummy stuff like fruit, doughnuts and muffins and we had a great time eating breakfast with our grandkids and visiting with the other grandparents. Before we left, he gave us each a present he'd made: a wall hanging with his little hand prints and it says 'Hands down, you're the best grandparents around!' Hey, Elijah, thanks for having us again this year. We had a blast! Love you bunches!

Day Two Hundred Fifty One 2010

The Summer Days Are Fading

"The summer days are fading, as they must

From endless hours to short and fleeting light

The bird's once bright, immortal tune, now cries

A melancholy aura to the dusk

The children fiercely climb, and dream, and race

Before their wild and unchained days depart

And yet beneath the zeal lies a half heart

For there isn't time, there's only enough space

The sun seems low, a hazy orange sphere

Now reminiscing sweetly of the days

When endlessly before you summer lay

And as in the deep, crimson dusk you stir

Your soul joins with the birds in wistful brood

Crying for lost summer days, for childhood."

~~ Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck, The End of Summer

Day Two Hundred Fifty 2010

Eye On The Ball

Grandson Elijah keeps his eyes on the ball as he swings that bat and makes a hit playing T Ball this afternoon. All the players love to bat, but when it comes to fielding, they don't have a clue, which makes it so much fun to watch. Only three more games to go.

Day Two Hundred Forty Nine 2010

Shade

My front porch is bright with western sunlight in the afternoons. I've been known to grab a sheet and tack it up with thumb tacks to provide some shade for late afternoon porch sitting and swinging and rocking. So for Mother's Day this past May, my daughters gave me some pretty curtain rods, curtain ring clips, and big white sheets that combined to make some stylin shade for my porch. I know. It took four months to get this done, but this Summer has been too hot to even think about sitting on the porch. Since the temps are taking a cooler turn, those rocking chairs and the porch swing beckon. Thanks for the shade, dear Daughters!