It's summer! It's summer!
The first buds have bloomed on our crepe myrtles. 
Month: June 2005
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It's been a shade over ten months since they were last hitting the
diving boards, and the last time I promised they'd do it again this
summer. Praise the LORD that He allowed me to keep this
promise.
That's Dmitry on the high dive, Joe on the left low board, Zhenya
caught going off the right one, and Dan on the right, turning and
watching him.Amazing to think that last time, Zhenya wouldn't go in the deep
end! Now he's jumping off the diving boards with the
others. ;^)
Here's Dmitry's first foray for the summer.
Here's Dan diving off the high dive.
Joe's turn!
Those kids would probably still be out there, jumping and diving and
doing flips, except I figured over an hour and a half was sufficient.Now they're back in Dmitry's room playing - what else? - video games.
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BTW, on my way to the SuperTarget yesterday I was driving south on
Bryant Irvin and while stopped at a traffic light, noticed this:
Eight men peering intently over the side of the bridge. Underneath is a
stream of sorts....nothing very interesting, so far's I'm aware.Shortly after the light changed and I began to drive away the men
walked on, apparently having seen all there was to see. Except I
haven't a clue what there was to see in the first place!
This is why I prefer my mysteries to be of the published variety .
. . one gets the answer at the end. In real life, the mystery
just hangs there, unsatisfied. Most frustrating. -
A couple of odd reflections from the day's doings....
One, about the movie. I recall when there was an actual human being
running the projector, which was awfully handy when something funky
happened such as the picture disappearing. Which is what happened
during the ads prior to the previews. We all (at the time there
were only five or six of us in the theatre) sat for a couple of minutes
but it became clear that one, it wasn't gonna spontaneously right
itself, and two, there was no one up there with the projector.So I went out and alerted the woman taking the tickets, who in turn got
on her walkie-talkie and alerted someone else, who fixed the problem.Thinking about it, I also recall when there were no advertisements at
the movies. Tell you what, news reels and short features and Road
Runner cartoons beat the socks off what's being dished up nowadays for
one's pre-feature entertainment.Two, earlier in the afternoon I'd been at the SuperTarget in the Hulen
area, and after parking several spots down (I like to be close to a
buggy-holder-stand) and walking toward the store, it became apparent
there was the Shoot Out at the OK Corral 2 threatening to occur, as two
or three cars hovered, all intent upon attaining a parking place about
to be vacated that was second from the front. The tension could
be cut with a knife, believe me when I tell you this.Honestly, it was a bit unnerving. Another woman and I scurried
between the waiting vehicles, hoping to get away before bullets started
flying and tempers started fraying. She was maybe a bit older
than I, and we agreed that was an unpleasant situation shaping up out
there, then also noted, with smug smirks firmly in place, that while
those noodles were readying to duke it out over a close-in spot, we'd
parked a little farther out and were actually entering the store.Yeah, real bright, guys.
Three, something that frosts my cookies a trifle is when I obediently
walk past check-out lanes where checking-out is occurring, but the
light is off, in search of an open lane. The turned-off light is
supposed to signal the checker is finishing his or her last customer.Except while I waited and waited and waited, the checker in the lane
next to me . . . which I had passed to get to the one I was in . . .
kept taking customer after customer. With her light out.
Well. heck, if it'd realized she didn't care one way or the other, I'd have gotten in behind the customer she was taking care of when I was searching for a lane.Tomorrow will be fun, as it'll be Dmitry's first time going to the club
this summer, and he's taking the older Waybourn boys (he'll use up his
June club swimming times in one fell swoop). It should be a lot
of fun, watching them jumping and diving off the diving boards
again! Amazing to think the last time was early August of last
year, shortly before they headed back to the orphanage.
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I did something today I haven't done in donkey's years, i.e. go to a movie all by myself.
Tried to get Dmitry to go with me, but he looked stunned at the very notion of him seeing - on purpose - a movie about ballroom dancing and civilly refused, though he urged me to
go on ahead. What's odd is, it was a film with which I was
totally unfamiliar, only noticing it on the marquee outside Hulen Mall
as I was stalled in traffic.Turns out it is showing in this area only
at the UA Hulen 10, and there was a feature starting in 30 minutes, so
I grabbed my purse and headed back to the area I'd just been in.
It was not what you'd call packed, as I believe there were eight of us in toto. But by jingo, we eight had a spiffy time! If you live where you can get to it, do so; if not, keep an eye out for it to show up at Blockbuster or Netflix.It's inspirational in more ways than one . . . hey, if a bunch of fifth graders can learn to dance the merengue, then so can I.
And Don.
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