A Crazy Week

This has been a crazy week. But today was a nice Saturday. We finally have some MAY weather here!

Our niece, Andrea, contacted me earlier this week and asked if we would like to join her and her parents for a long beach walk today (Andrea's husband had to work).

YES, we WOULD!

We packed a lunch and headed up to Chuck and Cheri's house, and from there, to Port Townsend.

It was a glorious, sunny, warm day. The beach wasn't even crowded.

By the way, DO NOT bother to ASK ME for directions to this beach; I am not going to divulge it. You must find it for yourself.

We walked somewhere between 6 and 8 miles, had a picnic, enjoyed Andrea and Mike's dogs (Lena and the new puppy, Sam) and the gorgeous view.

If you ever wonder why or how we Washingtonians endure our gray days, these photos from today are as simple an explanation as I can give you.

Part of this week's craziness was due to the following facts:
This is senior prom night.
David doesn't like to dance or attend school dances.

In spite of various helpful clues from his mother over the past few months ("When is Senior Prom?" "Are you thinking of going to your Prom?" "Is there anyone who you might like to ask?" "If you are thinking of asking someone to Prom, a girl needs at least 6 weeks to find a dress." "You do know that you cannot text a girl to invite her, don't you? You have to call her." "You do know that you have to buy her a corsage, don't you? And you need to find out whether she needs a wrist or a pin-on corsage." "You do know that you must find out what color she's wearing, to get the right color of corsage, don't you?") - in spite of all of this helpful hinting, David didn't ask anyone to the dance until two weeks prior.
Girls, I have tried to educate him, really, I have. He's just not that into you (at least, not at this point. That would be a good title for a movie, wouldn't it?)

So he did ask someone - a young lady who he met recently, who attends a different high school. (Note: this means that there wasn't one girl in his entire high school who he wanted to take to his senior prom. Just sayin'.)

She said she wanted to go with him, but had to check on a couple of things first. She didn't mention that she had a boyfriend, and she didn't answer David until three days prior to the prom. Her answer? "No." (Maybe her boyfriend was against the idea; I don't blame him.)

As disappointing as that sounds for David, don't worry about him because
A) he gave her very little notice, because
B) he really didn't care about going because
C) he doesn't like dances and
D) he clearly hadn't given it much thought and
E) it's interesting that she said she WANTED to go with him, when she has a boyfriend and
F) he didn't know she had a boyfriend when he asked her.
So his friends talked him into going to his Senior Prom, stag. Really? Yes, really. I guess this is how things are done nowadays. (I feel a little outdated.)

Since this was planned at the last minute, Gregg and I missed out on the photo session and preparation, because we were in Port Townsend. We hurried home and met David at Starbucks, and took a few photos:

For a guy who doesn't care all that much, he sure looked good!

I hope to get more photos from his friends' parents, whose sons planned ahead (and obviously cared a LOT more about their senior prom than our son does)!
I keep thinking about him, wondering how it's going, and hoping he's having fun.

And a last, random photo:

This is Kathleen and me on her tandem bike, last summer, just after her son Gunnar's passing.

Kathleen puts people on this tandem to find out if they have "control issues." She said I passed with flying colors (but to be honest, I do have control issues).

Kathleen is starting a blog. Hooray for her!

Here is the link.