// sharing my pictures // telling my stories //
We cleaned out the garage on Saturday.
Had to get a photo of John with all his many bats from over the years.
This TV armoire has been in our garage for a while, and I finally put it up on Craig's List.
I had kinda been given an ultimatum.
At first I was going to list it for a small amount to just get rid of it.
But JD convinced me to list it for more.
We got somewhere in between.
More importantly, we can now fit both our cars in our garage.
"Au revoir, armoire. I hope you like your new home."
Also, who needs a trailer when you have a boat?
Getting ready for Saturday night date night!
Historic Third Street in Rochester is my favorite.
This guy is also my favorite.
There wasn't much food on the menu, but they did have spinach artichoke dip.
I like to think of myself as a spinach artichoke dip connoisseur of sorts.
This was -- by far -- the best spinach artichoke dip I have had.
I want to go back for more.
She is one cool cat!
This is what John does to Kitty.
And, for some strange reason, Kitty -- who will not let anyone barely touch her --
is okay with John doing stuff like this.
(I am totally going with the King's Speech themed wall, should anyone ask why we haven't fixed it yet.)
Sunday afternoon/evening we got to watch as our worship leader/student ministries director got married to his beautiful bride.
Both the bride and groom have been such a positive influence in the lives of our children.
So grateful for them.
Um, I'm pretty sure that I am standing in a hole.
Or that John is standing on his tip toes.
He cannot be that much taller than me.
The bride and groom encouraged Instagrammers to take pictures and post them with a specific hashtag.
Consequently I spammed all of my IG followers with photos of a beautiful wedding.
Between the reception and the dancing, Lisa and I found a great spot to enjoy the view.
(I stole this pic from @peeperpenington. Thanks!)
The venue, the Mayowood Stone Barn, was amazing.
I'm officially keeping that in the back of my mind for future reference.
No rush, just saying.
Those spirea that I transplanted from my parents,
the ones I cut down to nothing and planted out front of our house,
are starting to show some life.
It's so exciting! Because I have no idea what I'm doing!
Relaxing on the front porch with my honey.
I love sitting there and talking.
On one of our walks over Zumbro River, just down the street from our house.
On Wednesday one of my tenants brought me espresso when he came down for our meeting to go over his paperwork.
Then after work we went swimming.
Well, Sarah went swimming. I sat on the side of the pool mostly.
The water was cold!
Here we're playing a game she made up called "The Dunking Game"
which is really Twenty Questions.
If the answer is no, I let go and she goes under.
It's lots of fun.
On the way home from the pool, JD let John drive from our street into the driveway.
John took driver's ed class, now he only needs to take the test in order to get his permit.
I never took driver's ed.
During my junior year in high school I practiced driving our VW diesel stick shift van on the farmers' roads in Germany (West Germany at the time).
The driving age in Germany was 18 yrs old,
and I would be turning 18 at the beginning of my senior year of high school.
So the plan was for me to get my American driver's license during the summer before my senior year,
when we were in America.
As soon as we arrived in the U.S., I got my learner's permit from the state of New York,
where we had lived before we went to Germany and still had residency.
Then we traveled to the Midwest and spent the summer there.
Me driving, the whole summer, the widest and longest white station wagon that was ever made.
At the end of the summer, days before we were to leave for Germany,
we went to the New York DMV to get my driver's license.
When we got to the front of the long, tired line,
the lady asked about my driver's ed class certificate.
And that caught us off guard.
Driver's ed had not been part of the plan.
Well, we were leaving for Germany soon, before I could take a class.
My dad explained this to her, and she was like, "rules are rules."
My dad asked to talk to her manager, then her manager's manager.
Surely someone could understand our predicament and bend the rules.
Finally my dad was talking to the head of the Department of Motor Vehicles for the state of New York.
And he agreed that if I could pass a road test, he would waive the class requirement.
Except that there were no openings for road tests before we left for Germany.
So my dad asked him if he - the head guy - would give me my road test.
And he did.
And the rest is history.
(And fodder for many jokes about my driving.)
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I love backyard fires and spontaneously planned cookouts and sleep overs.
Sarah and her friends are looking forward to their s'mores.
Sitting at the fire in the back yard, I looked up at the house, and saw the sky.
The scene caught my imagination.
Fourth of July breakfast fruit.
This was about as festive as I got this year.
We had a pretty mellow Fourth.
Slept in, relaxed, went to the pool.
Two times in two days.
I'm setting records.
How was your week?
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