This weekend our old friends Holly and Ed and their son were there, plus Kari and Andrew. I don't have pictures, hate to be that obnoxious person sticking a camera in everyone's face.
Here they are loading up Andrew's moped before they left. That's the connection here the mopeds--Holly and Ed met him through their moped club, and then realized he was dating Kari?? Small world moment.
That's their son on his phone, hanging out. He used to be a young squirrel living it up with Kari and Tim back in the day. Now he's all grown up and civilized and all, and still so sweet.
And that's the end. We all packed up and left, but not before the couple hours sweaty ordeal of putting all the tubes and skis away, and the recycling and garbage, and packing, and washing the last of the dishes. Julia ran the vacuum. Checked the a/c and the heat, checked the oven, emptied the wastebaskets, locked the shower house, made sure we had our phone chargers, dozens of details that make the dog anxious we'll forget her.
Onward.
Thanks, June.
Love, Val
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