We had winners and losers here this weekend. Mr. B's baseball team took a beating, but that kid of mine hit the ball every time he got up to the plate. He is a hitter. Mr. G's baseball team took third at their tournament and he got his first ever home run thanks to an outfield error. They'd have won the tournament if they'd been awake for their first game, but alas! They didn't until their second game, and from that point on played like a well-oiled machine. Mr T's soccer team took last place in their tournament, which does not reflect their season at ALL. He grumped a bit and took solace back at home with his ipod. My mom and I drove hither, thither and yon, finally returning home close to 10:00 Saturday night. I ached from the length of time I sat on bleachers.
Fortunately, ice cream goes a long way in soothing the pain of losing. It also celebrates home run hits, summertime and dad coming home from a weekend of golf.
We spent Sunday going to church, riding 4-wheelers, swimming, picking in the garden and grilling. I made a first batch of raspberry jam and it didn't set up. That has never happened to me before. I tipped those jars And then? One of the lids didn't seal.
I poked at that lid and it popped back at me each time. Nothing for it except to open it up and dollop some jammy sauce on top of a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
Milk. It does a body good. Especially when frozen with sugar.