Summer Day

You might get the idea that I'm not doing much quilting these days, and you'd be right.  There are other things to do, like taking the kids on the Southbank Shuttle to Covington's Mainstrasse.  It was a quiet scene there on a Tuesday afternoon, much different, I'm sure, than a weekend evening.  There are lots of restaurants and bars lining a pretty boulevard.

And a playground beside a clock tower with a lovely carillon.  We sat on the wide sidewalk and watched the Pied Piper puppets, complete with rats and kids.  They come in one door and go out another, high on the clock tower.  We visited a candy store, and grape Pop Rocks was the selection of choice.  Then, back on the bus, over two bridges, back to the car.

Aaron and I went to tee ball practice, and Steph and Mike went to Nora's softball tournament.  I listened to the coach tell the little guys again and again, "Don't sit on the grass, you'll get itchy."  And I sat on the grass anyway and now I have lots of bug bites.  The kids didn't listen either.  Coaching five-year-olds takes all kinds of patience.

Aaron and I went on to Home Depot, much to his dismay.  He'd had enough.  Once in the door, though, he wanted to visit the mowers instead of the plumbing supplies.  We got fifty-cent ice cream cones at Burger King and headed for home.  Nora came in the door about an hour later, happy that her team had won.