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Summer's here, and the time is right...

We leave Oakland tonight at 11:30 on a red-eye bound for Portland, Maine. Not so psyched. I'm feeling a little over-traveled, and under-quality-time-with-Sarah-ed. I couldn't even think of a less-awkward way to make that sentence happen (or this one, it would seem).

Sarah's school just had their Medicine Show yesterday, and the illustrious Frunch and I drove up to hang out and check out the proceedings. Sarah and all her classmates had the medicines and beers and wines and foods and products they'd been making all semester displayed on tables in the garden, and family, friends, and interested folks from the area came up to check out the scene and the items, and soak up the gemuetlichkeit (anyone know how to help a brother out with a little umlaut?). It was a lot of fun, and great in particular to A: hang out with Frunch, and B: watch Sarah tear it up selling medicines and the ginger beer we made. $60! She didn't expect to sell anything, and she made $60! Not too shabby, and a nice affirmation for her dreams of running a Farmer's Market stand.

After the show we tried to see the new Pirate Sequel, but it was sold out until the special 11:45 pm show the theater had added due to all the other shows being sold out. So we felt old and tired and drove back to the Bay, and Frunch headed back to Palo Alto. Gwyn isn't getting back from the Kamchatka Peninsula until Aug. 31, but he's working like a bastard, and also writing a video-games blog which I will link to as soon as I know the address. You hear me, Frunch?

So that's it. Time to pack, and then run, and then eat, and then leave. And maybe shower. Here's a picture or three:

Maddie and new-born Carly (neices!) in the Car.

Sarah's classmates in the field.

Me and Joe for some reason.

Babies in Bed.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Happy landings, Andy and Sarah. Those babies sure are cute. And if the ginger beer was a good as the homebrew we sampled in St. Louis, Sarah's customers were lucky-ducks. Dave and Will are off at a Brewers/Cubs game in Milwaukee thanks to my childhood friend Russ's broker. I'm enjoying the back porch, feeling generally healthy in my knee area and trying to remember what I did with my life in the summer when I wasn't entertaining houseguests or traveling. I'm not quite ready for a bicyle, the birds are fledging their young, it's too early for lunch.....maybe it's time to start reading my third Dicken's novel this summer. Great vacation reads. Love to Sarah and all her kith and kin. Hope you enjoy Little Cranberry in its beauty. And Sarah too, in hers. Love, Mom
DaveW said…
Cubs 11 Brewers 4
What is the opposite of a pitchers' duel; a pitchers' Smörgåsbord? One cub was only in fro 12 pitches. Very ugly. Fortunately the Brewer management had made arrangements to provide me with some form of sensory stimulation every 10 seconds.

Umlauts can be found in Programs/Accessories/System Tools/Character Map. I admit going to Google fro the original Swedish spelling.
Elizabeth M. said…
Ginger beer sounds really good right now. You didn't happen to save one in the back of the fridge for me, didja?

Dang. Maybe I'll seek out some inferior Schweppes ginger ale instead.

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