Greetings from the Johnson's Memorial Day Getaway - actually an out-of-town baseball tournament necessitating a hotel room with pool and breakfast:)
The East Texas Rangers (coached by a tremendously handsome & talented fun-guy) won both their games yesterday. With comfortable consistency, they won two more today and ultimately took the First Place trophy.
However, a rain delay pushed the games back a few hours resulting in the 8pm Championship game actually being hashed out closer to midnight with the full moon high and bright.
Next came the celebratory trip to IHOP where we filled the banquet room and stunk it right on up. Muddy, sweaty players and fans with & without their shoes laughed, sang along with the 80's muzak, morphed self photos with iPhone apps, yawned, and drank coffee as we waited for our early morning food.
By 2:30 AM we were headed back to the hotel.
Now it's after 3. I'm mildly regretting that second cup of tasty coffee.
The boys are snoring in one double bed. The coach is soaking in even more baseball thanks to ESPN...might there be a saturation point? Three trooper-girls are snuggled into the expanded sleeper sofa while one tiny trooper-of-all-troopers rests in her warm & quiet pack'n'play.
My last words to the darlings as we drove into the hotel parking lot?
"WOE to the daughter or son - Verily, I say WOE to the one who arises before dawn...which - with the aid of room darkening drapes - shall be defined as 9:30 am!"
We'll see.
Thank You, God, for a great day. Thank You for answered prayers. Thank You for my family. Thank You for housekeepers, swimming pools, plentiful white linens, and ice machines. Thank You for some days of rest.
