Some Days are Golden

... and some days are not. We had a great weekend - we tried out a toy I bought at a Target closure (closed till October!), went to a birthday party (for "Diego the boy" - not "Diego the cat") and had friends over for breakfast and playing - the boys watched football while the gals went to the farmer's market.

Then came Monday, and the boy had a fever. Tuesday he was a bit better, but stayed home from school. Wednesday, I snuck out in the morning for some exercise (this is week 3 of "get fitter year"), and while the boy and his dad were playing at home, his temperature was rising again. And then I started feeling sick myself. So, we are home again.

We were also sad to hear that one of my Great-aunts had passed away. I remember visiting my grandparents in Indiana one summer and all my grandfather's siblings came over. We made homemade ice cream - everyone got a turn turning the crank or adding salt to the ice. Then grandma scooped out a dish of that wonderful goodness for everyone. My great aunt G. was always laughing, and she lead us in a fun romp around the house and then we rolled in the tickly grass and looked up at the sunset.