So much has happened in the past month and a half.
It snowed in May. Not a lot, but heavy. We lost half of one of the old apple trees next to the house. Been too busy to break out the chain saw an clean up the mess just yet.
The mounted games team I coach for pony club competed and did really well.
Rain, rain, rain. Tough to keep up with the mowing. Tomorrow will be week 5 week of the softball season, but we've played only 2 with 2 rained out. Forecast looks like we'll be getting rained out tomorrow too. Weather permitting, we're having fun. Red Rock Pub is 2-0, I'm batting 778, and my ERA is 5.5 (which I think is damn good for slow-pitch softball). Hey, if you're female, over 18, live in central Ohio and would like to play co-ed softball Tuesday evenings, let me know, we're short a woman.
Madeline has attended her last day of high school. Commencement is Friday night. Woo Hoo!
Perrin's waiting tables at the Rusty Bucket. Seems like a much friendlier atmosphere than her previous employer. Last Sunday morning they even made french toast for the staff before the restaurant opened. She actually comes home from work in a good mood.
The Reds are at the Cubs the week we're in Chicago for Madeline's DePaul University orientation, and I've got a ticket, section 515, row 9, seat 101. Hopefully it's not an obstructed view. I've seen Wrigley from the outside, but I've never been to a game there. If I have a new camera by then, look for some photos.
Rocky (16 or 17 y.o. cat) was diagnosed as diabetic, explaining why he pees a pint on the bathroom floor every night. Insulin shots twice a day (there's no such thing as a free cat) hopefully will stop that nonsense.
Big Starnbach family reunion (see, that's why mother's maiden name stinks as a "secret") was this weekend. Lots of fun. Spent quality time with cousins I'd never met before. Talked with others who are in their 20s and I last saw at their Ba[rt] Mitzvahs. We actually have a pretty cool family.
Alas, my trusty new Canon G9 camera was stolen. I left it hanging over the back of my chair in the restaurant next to the hotel Saturday night. Went back and it was gone. As much as I'll miss the camera (or the $500 it'll cost to replace it) it's the photos from the weekend that are the real loss. (If you're the one who took the camera, just mail me the SD card.) You know, I sold my DSLR because I wanted a camera that was more portable, easier to take with me everywhere I go. Guess I need to keep it tied to my belt or something.
