8th Grade

For 9 years now, grandma and grandpa have made the 7 mile trip to my daughter's house to send off grandson Merrick on his 1st day of school.

I think the younger years were a lot more emotional. The image of the little man bravely breaking away from our group, boarding the bus and looking out the window at us in somewhat of a bewildered state...still gnaws at my heartstrings.

Nowadays, it's old hat. Mama Karen drops him off at school, and this year he will be in the oldest class at the middle school. Next year might be different when he will be the baby at the high school.

Isn't it amazing how time flies by? He is still our little man, our buddy boy, but when he is almost as big as you...you have to accept the fact that perhaps the little man isn't so little after all. NAH! FORGET THAT! HE WILL ALWAYS BE MY LITTLE MAN! I hope he has a great year.

After seeing him off and dropping Lisa off at work, I took a drive in the country, worked on my overstuffed garage, went to a car show at a local car dealership, then went with Lisa to a downtown outdoor concert. The music was of the late 60's variety, and we knew every song. The band (The Magic Bus) travels with their own group of fans (groupies?) and most were dressed in tie-dyed shirts, with the women having flowers in their hair. Oh my.

At the car show, I had a FREE hot dog with my sister Terrie, who is celebrating the date of her birth today. Happy birthday Sis.