Christy (left) inadvertently kicks the ball high and into the face of an opposing Cranston player during today’s game. No need to take a knee on this one, because the opponent shrugged it off and continued to play hard against our girls. I hope Christy can shrug off a hit like that when it’s her turn to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Anyhow, our girls held onto the lead in the end. Click here for more photos.
Below – Eric works on his “just chill’n.”
Christy (the blonde) and Emily (coach’s daughter) assume the position to block a penalty kick.
It occurred to me that although the previous moon shot is kinda cool, it won’t mean a hill of beans 20 years from now when Christy sees “this” photo – taken using an iPhone.
I won the staring contest with this seal on Cape Cod. They’re not so tough. I can’t believe these guys actually hunted down and killed Bin Laden.
Below, Eric contemplates an endless array of machinery in the dark, cramped bowels of the USS Massachusetts. The claustrophobic conditions and constant smell of industrial lubricants were nauseating. Step back 70 years – now add to that the ear splitting sounds of the ships engines at full throttle while Japanese ships and planes are gunning for you. More photos of our trip on Flickr…
Sitting on the couch, watching another good movie. In this case, The Life of Pi. I’m wondering whether Eric and Christy will ever drive by this this house 50 years from now and reminisce about how we would watch these movies together, so long ago. I’m hoping so. Maybe the kids will read this blog post and decide to make the drive over here, or flight, and maybe they’ll sneak a peek through the window at the strange new faces. And then they would think…
CRAP! Nigel wants to go out. brb.
Okay. I’m back. Where was I? Oh, yeah, so Eric and Christy would see a very different home, just not their home, not anymore. Not like it is now. Not like it was.
Will they think about these good times? I wonder.
So the kids and I were minding our own business in the backyard, kicking the soccer ball around, when our neighbor starts scratching on one of those turkey calls. It was a little annoying, but I had to admit, it sounded pretty darn real. To make a long story short, it wasn’t the neighbor, it was a very real Tom. We knew for certain when the large uncooked poultry launched itself into the air and roosted in the neighbor’s tree. I ran for the camera, knowing that the shot would be meh. The video also has a cheap quality, but the memory will be priceless.
Long Days and Nights 