* "Little Willie" will soon move to a wildlife rehabilitation center (for locals, Bay Beach Sanctuary--nothing but the best for our furry pal). I was happy to help rescue him from the potential dangers of the ballpark (see: beer-guzzling softball players with bats, little kids, bicycle tires), but we all know a wild squirrel belongs with squirrel friends in the woods. We've tracked down a sanctuary with staff skilled in squirrel rehabbing. (Who knew there was such a thing? Turns out wildlife rehabbing is very species-specific--some places only do raptors, others only do amphibians.) Early next week our screen porch will revert to human-only once again and I can hardly wait.
* School's out for summer. Team Testosterone dumped out their backpacks and are sleeping in this morning. We're kicking off summer with baseball all weekend. Mr. D's team is in the Regional Playoffs at 4:30 (3 games away from state...keep your fingers crossed...this team is making history in Happyland!). Mr. B's team has a tournament starting tonight at 5:00. Mr. G's team plays in a tournament in the opposite direction starting at 5:00 tonight. With the help of carpools, each player will get to their spot and I'll sit in bleachers somewhere cheering for our boys.
|Actual banner hanging in Happyland High's fieldhouse|
* Mr. T exited 8th grade and his school last night. It was a lovely graduation mass and the 7th grade families paid it forward by hosting a really nice reception in the church hall. My favorite part of the night was Mr. T's gift bag from the school--a little candy, a Bible, a booklet of class memories and letters from their middle school teachers, and a selection of cards from younger children at the school. The handmade cards were charming--from each grade and one from Mr. T's younger brother wishing him luck at high school and saying how much he'll miss him next year. Reading the wishes from the younger students got me more choked up than seeing Mr. T dressed up with a TARDIS bow tie around his neck. We got a lot of things from that parochial school, but the sense of community was particularly special.
* The weather's grand, flowers bloom, bird and frog song comes through our window screens night and day, I'm barefoot. Life is SO good!
Spill it, reader. How is life good in your neck of the woods?
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