Lots Happening And My Feet Hurt

The mix of events over the past several days is a challenge to recall with a sense of order. I'll just enjoy the messy blur and post a little as it comes to me.

John and Wendy made a couple more forays into the city to continue the visit with their friends from Tucson. The boys and I had charge of considerable portions of Rhapsody Ridge responsibilities. All pets and livestock lived through our ministrations.

Somehow John and Wendy, when not engaged in the city, stretched fence around one of the pastures to keep the clever goats from climbing undefeated and unshocked between the existing electrified fence strands to gain front yard access and Ridge Road adventures.

Keoni got to the Senior Prom with a fresh corsage for the young lady he escorted. I know about the corsage because I picked it up from the florist. Also, there was the Saturday rehearsal and another music competition to win.

A shoutout to Keoni: Congratulations! winning Saturday's competition.

By now you are getting the picture of extreme transport planning (multi-car and rail) with nimble adjustments thanks to the family Verizon plan for the iPhones.

Keoni on his way to the Senior Prom.

Keoni and Anna.

Handsome young men and beautiful young women. More pictures on Keoni and Wendy's Facebook pages.

Aidan came home from his three days of "outdoor school" (fishing and kayaking were highlights) and fell asleep on the bare living room floor; beloved iPad silent beside him. Later we went for a walk in search of where Crooked Creek (now a few puddles) runs into a larger creek we only know exists from locals. The terrain through the woods is a challenge to my footwear and feet.
A weekend highlight for Aidan was the FedEx arrival of a soccer goal and net. Included was a "soccer trainer" affair (a net bag for a soccer ball attached with an adjustable length of cord to a belt around the waist) that Aidan is using to vastly, speedily improve his soccer moves. More on that later.

Aidan with "soccer trainer" and ball attached that he kicked the entire creek search time except when he climbed a tree to investigate a deer hunter blind.

Creative destruction.

Among the bucolic appearing vistas of Rhapsody Ridge, the season of orchestra came to a close on Sunday afternoon when Keoni played in the PYO at Kimmel Center, or Verizon Hall, as it is referred to some of the time.

The organ was part of the performances. Aidan and I especially liked Mars and Jupiter from The Planets. Keoni's friend Nathan is toward the back with his trumpet. Friend Helen during part of the concert was in back with her harp.

Between our early arrival at City Center in time for Keoni's PYO rehearsal and the later afternoon performance, I made a separate foray to the Museum of Art. Your know, the place where Rocky ran up the steps.

The view from the museum; or, what Rocky saw. Yep that's the Rocky sculpture on the right.

Aidan and I returned home on the train Sunday evening while Keoni and parents remained for other post-orchestra concert festivities. Not quite sunset, Aidan raced through the animal chores and ripped open the soccer goal box outside. Before dark he'd gotten the whole frame assembled. Who said guys don't read directions. (Grandma J did come outside for a small assist to rid an aluminum tube of a stubborn dent so assembly could continue.)

Monday morning Aidan gave a quick demo before the school bus came.

Soon after Aidan's departure I grasped a gorgeous morning on the Perk Trail and rode my bike for a bit more than an hour. The sturdy bike rack Susie passed along to me sadly doesn't work on my car. As I rode, I realized I've grown weary of thinking about better ways to haul my bike around. I'll just go with the simplest (and least expensive); load it into my pony Subaru, and go for my Perk rides whenever the weather gives me a chance. I overthought this one, for sure.

It is Tuesday, and Wendy is cutting grass. It smells wonderful. Clouds are gathering and rain is coming.  The chickens make me smile.