the end of the week

Our guy had a choir concert, really nice. They had interesting music and had obviously practiced. It's a huge group and the teacher seems so excited about teaching them.

Had a minute before we left to enjoy a little gymnastics practice.

Flower pots were planted.

This happened though--umbrella lifted straight up in a gust of wind, went about ten feet in the air.  It reminded me of Wizard of Oz. Tim came outside and wrassled it back into order and took it inside.

We made it to lacrosse in the evening.

It was senior night, high school coming to an end.

She and I just about froze to death.  Her brothers went home at halftime, which was a good choice.

And that's the end of a beautiful Friday. 

Love, Grandma