Thursday, October 27, 2011
Close to Nowhere
The days are just packed
It’s no wonder that as we get older, the days spin by faster and faster.
We try to cram everything possible into a day, a weekend, a week — stuff that should be savored and stretched out and enjoyed.
Thursday night of last week, Potts Camp School held their annual beauty review.
For weeks now, oldest granddaughter Meredith has been trying on dresses in anticipation.
No, she wasn’t in the pageant. She was just enjoying trying on dresses.
Then, the pageant was here and it was over in just a little over an hour or so.
I’d have hated to have been a judge — there were 25ish contestants and I don’t think I could have picked a top 10. There were six or seven dresses that I absolutely loved!
Meredith had it worse than I did. She knew and liked all the girls and wanted all of them to win.
Friday night was another biggie — Marshall Academy and Potts Camp played each other in football for the first time! Wild rumors had flown all over both schools, but I wasn’t surprised when both schools behaved just like they’re supposed to.
Meredith and Remy went to MA for a while — counting pre-kindergarten, I can’t even guess how many years. Now, they attend Potts Camp — I think this is their third or fourth year there.
The problem of “which side” was easily solved — they had their “old” MA friends, their “new” PC friends and a couple of friends from Hernando and Collierville and some friends who’d gone to one school and switched to the other. I was confused, but the kids had a great time.
Saturday, CrossPointe Christian Fellowship in Olive Branch had their annual fall festival. There were easily a 1,000 or more adults and kids enjoying the day.
I had the fun part — I helped all the little kids (and big ones and even adults) hold the baby chickens or pet the big chickens or the turkey or Willie the awesome rooster.
For a while, I helped folks pat, feed and admire the gorgeous unicorn in the petting zoo area. And I have to apologize to a man whom I told Apollo the “unicorn” was a Cremora — Apollo is a “cremella.” Cremora is something you mix in your coffee.
The highlight of Saturday was watching Pastor Doug ride the donkey “Honky Tonk.”
Doug was terrified, but Tonk was very well behaved. And Coop, his son, helped calm his daddy down.
Sunday, I rested...
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