In case I failed to mention this tidbit, Magic Man and I moved from the Big City to the Big City North last summer. My job keeps me racing back 300 miles to the Big City every couple of weeks, but that's another story.
This past weekend, my dear friend M and I headed south. He did not know he was the recipient of the prestigious "Volunteer of the Year" award at the FRC Regional event. Surprise!! Neither of us could participate this year due to conflicts, but I had to get him there for this one day AND keep the award a secret. It was good to show up, even for a few hours. We missed the kids, the volunteers, the coaches - and they missed us (hurray!). Good, good times.
|M sharing the joy with another recipient|
Teams create and design their uniforms and work clothing...
|All-girl team sporting their work aprons|
... and are responsible to keep their machines running.
|Quick maintenance between matches|
|EmCee and the Shark Shirt|
It was a fun day. Lots of wonderful memories.
On the way home, we detoured by Mom's out in the "Middle of Nowhere." I love it there, so does M and his wife L. A quick night's sleep, breakfast, and we were on the road again toward home (after raiding Mom's garden - shhhhh!). But first, we stopped at the Tomato Stand, a little self serve place just off the FM road. You don't see these places much anymore in these parts, so I frequent them as often as I can.
20 miles further up the road is the Egg Farm, another self serve spot off the road. It's an understanding with the customers; no sign needed - and Mrs. B only sells eggs.
Finally, there was a quick stop for lunch. This sign made me laugh as is evident by the poor quality of the photo. I couldn't take a better picture.
|Take a Number Please|
It was good to get back home. I missed Magic Man and the Golden Girls and Granddaughter..., oh and her parents.