Memorial Day

This weekend we pulled the trailer up to Moon Lake.  It was beautiful, and we had a prime campsite.  I took these pics from my chair, under the awning in front of the trailer.

We did a little bit of hiking and caught lots of fish, four of which Sean and the kids ate for lunch Sunday, right after they caught them.

We were also able to visit the Rasmussen graves at the cemetery in Roosevelt.  It was nice to be able to do that; I haven't been in a while.  We took a short turn around Roosevelt and I just had so many questions.  Even after 5 years I will still start to say, "I need to ask my dad about that," and then I realize that I can't.  I hate that.  So much.  I wish he could take me around and show me things and tell me what it looked like when he was a kid and tell me all the old stories that I've forgotten and some he's never told.  I wanted to ask him about the tribal land out there and where it extends to and where the Indian towns are and where are the houses he helped build as a teenager and which reservoir he used to waterski on as a kid and if he ever camped at Moon Lake as a kid and all kinds of other questions.   My mom knows all of those answers, and I will ask her.  But I just miss my dad.

Brittney worked all weekend so she didn't come with us.  She went over and stayed with Grandma Marilyn for the weekend so she wouldn't be all alone.  Her grandma lives right by her work, so that was really nice for her not to have to drive so far.  She texted me tonight and said she wasn't coming home; that she was moving in permanently.  Living with grandma is living the good life, man.

Last week was Josh and Lexi's last week of school.  That always depresses me a lot.  Most of the week I put it out of my head and refused to think about it at all so that I wouldn't fall into a depression over it.  I was so successful that as I was dropping Lexi off on the last day, I suddenly realized that it was the last day and I hadn't bought teacher gifts for their teachers.  I had to hurry and run to the store on my lunch break and do teacher gifts and run them back to the school.

Josh's team won their game again last Thursday.  They are having lots of fun.  A little too much fun, sometimes.  The coach was having a hard time keeping a lid on a few of them in the dugout.  They have 3 coaches, and they seem to be really good.  He isn't doing well at hitting right now.  Partially I'm sure that's because the kids don't pitch very well at this age; lots of the kids aren't doing well at hitting.  But some of it he just needs to practice, so we've been working on that.  Since lots of the kids struggle to hit, it's hard in the field too.  There's not much to do out there.  He played shortstop and the ball only came to him one time, but he scooped it up and threw it to 2nd and they got the runner out.  So that was fun for him at least.  I think that as the teams get a few games under their belt the play is going to improve.  

I still have two more weeks of school, and I think they are going to drag by.  No one wants to be there.  No one wants to work anymore.   But I still have plenty for us to do.   

Heather had her baby.  Can't wait to see that little peanut in person in a couple of months.  

I read this book the other day, and the whole entire thing was depressing.  Just, like, everyone was moping around having things not go their way for the whole book.  And then it had a happy epilogue where everything worked out OK in the end for everyone.  And I was like, the freak?  What just happened here and why did I read it?  Oh well.