Jack got up early and went to junior high for the first time this morning. The lucky seventh graders started a day before everyone else to help them get their bearings before the eighth and ninth graders fill up the hallways.
When he was done, I picked him up and we ran some errands, including meeting Roger for a late lunch at Iggy's Sports Grill. We've never eaten there before because it's always been jam packed whenever we think of it. It's not packed at 2:30 in the afternoon. The food was just okay (I did like that you can substitute a veggie burger for any hamburger), but it was fun watching part of a Little League World Series game on the huge screen! I felt bad, though, for the pitcher who got hit with the ball because they kept showing the replay over and over and over. So let me share it with you here.
Actually, it's sort of artistic the way his arm and glove are the last bits to drop out of the shot. He was okay. Luckily the bill of his hat took the brunt of it.
Last but not least, and in a deliberate attempt to hold onto summer even though school has started, Jack and I headed for the Spanish Oaks Reservoir where his fished for the first time (no luck) and played in the sand for the umpteenth time.
Invigorated by a refreshing swim, we drove home with the sun low in the sky, enjoying a perfect breeze in our topless Jeep. Lucky us.
1 comment:
I didn't know seventh grade was starting early. Good thing I don't have a seventh grader.
Grab those few extra bits of summer while you can. Fall will be here before you know it. Yay!
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