Drooping yellow daffodils that I had swiped from the roadside still sat in blue glasses on tables when we returned from a weekend at the
University of Missouri softball games with the .
The bouquets still looked good when we
left, but they and some pretty glass serving pieces not yet put away reminded me
of the busy week before we left for University of Georgia Columbia.
Katherine had a couple of aides out, and I spent considerable time there. On Tuesday afternoon when there was a gathering of our church women that night at our house, Jeannie texted that she and Cecelie were on their way down from Freeport—but they’d entertain themselves. That was good, but I was glad she gave up sleep so that she and I had a long late night visit at the kitchen table. Despite their being on spring break, Rick did not come until the next night because he had a track meet to attend. (He and I had a nice visit before they left again, however.)
Jeannie chose to come a day early so that she could get another lick in on her goal of riding her bicycle down the entire length of the
Mississippi River. She and Rick had gone from Cairo
across the bridge and down into Kentucky
during their Thanksgiving visit, and she wanted to add a few miles onto that
before next summer. Leaving Cecelie at
Woodsong on Wednesday while I went to Katherine’s, she completed another 20
miles or so almost reaching the Kentucky
border this time. I am not sure if she plans another stint before she takes off
in earnest with Rick accompanying her with the truck—eliminating the need for back riding to get the bike returned to the parked van.
Thursday morning they left Rick’s truck at the farm and took off for
Nashville to be there for Leslie’s opening
night of Joseph and the Amazing
Technicolor Dream Coat at the Larry Keeton Theater. I have no idea how Leslie and Mike are
accomplishing all they are doing with full time jobs and a newly bought house
to fix up. But then, frankly, I have always wondered the same thing about our
children and their spouses and their multiple careers and projects. So I guess
Leslie and Mike are just following their elders’ examples. Fortunately, Les and
Mike are young and strong and healthy. I
love the audio Jeannie posted of one of Leslie’s songs. Since the belongings they had left at Woodsong were gone when we came home, I assume they spent Saturday night here before they traveled up to stop at Elijah's church to worship on their way back to Freeport.
Our nephew DuWayne and his wife Vickie are long-time softball fans, and they came up Friday morning, and we left for the five-hour drive to Mizzou. We picked up Mary Ellen at their farm for her first opportunity to see Geri Ann, a sophomore now, play college ball. She was also very excited to see her niece Tara since they have always been super close. Mary Ellen was Tara’s first baby sitter the summer
born. (Vickie would bring her over, and I would seeing her having a sweet
mother-daughter talk with her baby before she brought Tara
in. We got to enjoy her until Mary Ellen
woke up, and we were there to help if Mary Ellen needed us.) Then a couple of decades later, Tara served as a summer nanny for Mary Ellen’s Trent and
After stopping for lunch on the way, we had plenty of time to check in at our motel just a couple of miles from the ball park although we were disappointed we hadn’t been able to get rooms at the same place as the team. After hugs and greetings, we sat with Gerry’s wife Vickie to watch what turned out to be a very disappointing first game of the series since we lost 8-6. (Yes, there are two Vickie Glascos in our family as well as one Vicki Glasco Escue. There were some mixed-up medical records once, but that is not a problem since our Vickie moved to
Georgia.) After the game, Georgia softball girls were having
a catered dinner at their motel; and since we lost, that was
just as well since none of us were in a mood to celebrate.
We assumed we’d celebrate the next night, but instead that late night supper with Gerry and Vickie was also a consolation dinner because again we lost to
Missouri—this time with a walk-off home run
changing the tied score to 6-3. Tara had
already taken the Georgia
team to dinner when we all met up, but she came with us, and we loved this
opportunity to visit with her. Geri Ann
and the team were required to get an early closing to their day, so we didn’t
have the pleasure of her presence.
Sunday was our last chance to play like we usually do, and we did it winning 6-2, which made everyone’s trip back home much more pleasant. It was great fun seeing Alex Hugo hit her nation-high 15th homerun of the season and seeing the hugs she received from her
Kansas grandmother after
the game. For several of us, the trip to
the closest trip we would have all year to see UGA play. Paige Wilson had a very large family
delegation from Chicago,
and it wonderful to meet them and Paige made them very proud all three games. I
loved seeing her tiny toddler niece walk by wearing her Auntie Paige Bulldog
is now 30-5, and they will be at home to give their players some rest for the
Wednesday game and next weekend’s conference games with South Carolina. I think they are pumped and
ready for more wins. Gerry proudly
posted that their players had perfect class attendance except when travel
required them to miss. There will be
life after ball for these young women.