Rays Disappoint Me

The Rays game last night was emotionally arduous. I was convinced our young, dedicated, energetic boys would tear up the Red Sox once again. Winning would have clinched a World Series trip. With home runs in the 1st inning and going into the 7th with a 7-0 lead, life was looking very good. But, alas, it was not to be. The pitching was distressing to watch. Hubby, normally quite enthralled with Joe Madden, had choice words to hurl at him and the TV set. Losing 8-7, with a Boston walk-off win, left Hubby wound tight. I am normally content with the size of our house, but last night, what I wouldn't have done for additional rooms in which to hide. Those who know Hubby as a level-headed, calm and apparently unflappable guy would not have recognized the impassioned loon traipsing through the house. I think he saves up all his frustrations and pent-up emotions and lets them loose during athletic competitions. As he is normally sedate, I'm never really sure how to handle his potent responses in such instances. So I went to bed. Let's just hope the Rays come through in Game 6 here at home.

Last weekend was a whirlwind of events. John Angotti, Christian musician, came to our church. He offered free workshops (on liturgy and music ministry) on Saturday and performed a concert Sunday evening. The Singer, having attended Music Ministry Alive (MMA), knew his name and music. But more importantly to her was the fact that Bobby Fisher (musician, not chess player) was coming to play guitar with John. Bobby Fischer has taught/performed/witnessed at MMA. So of course, the Singer was home for the weekend. To complete the Singer's fulfilling weekend, we were asked to pick Bobby Fisher up from the airport! Oh my! The Singer got to call him on his cell phone so we knew where to meet him. I don't think life gets much better than that. Well, maybe it does. The teen choir at our church got to sing with John (and Bobby) during the concert. The Singer got to sing a verse of a song solo. Watching her entire face light up while performing with a Christian band was pretty wonderful. The Imp, taking after her father, was more low-key about the whole thing, but still enjoyed herself immensely. The concert was unbelievably wonderful and spiritually lifting.
Lest, Hubby and I, simply enjoy the weekend offerings, we were hosting our couples' prayer group at our house on Saturday night, and the Imp had her first Homecoming dance to attend.


The Imp went to Homecoming with a group of girl friends and had a great time...her biggest complaint was how hot is was (well...it has been unseasonable warm here...above 90 all week). Fortunately, the Singer did carpool duty and got the Imp where she needed to be. My sister, kindly asked if I had sewn the dress the Imp wore. No I did not. But we have gotten good use out of it. It was purchased last January for a wedding where she was Guest Book Hostess. She then wore it for 2 of her graduation events, and then for our night out on Broadway when we went to NYC.

Kids have school off today, for a teacher professional day. My garden awaits me. My lettuce and onions are coming up nicely, unfortunately not many of my strawberry seeds have produced plants. Next year, I'll purchase plants, not seeds. Much of what I've read, after I purchased seeds, recommends starting with plants. Live and learn. But the real work awaits me in my flower gardens...WEEDS. Ugh. Tomorrow Hubby will mulch while I'm off at an all-day (10 am - 10 pm) crop.