Today was the first shooting match in which Bela could have competed, but she didn’t feel ready. I took Bela and her friend, Gen, to the Hyannis high school so we could observe how things are run. Shooters register on arrival, make a note of which group they are in and amuse themselves until shooting time. Bela and Gen watched for a bit, but we noticed that many kids had brought their iPads, phones or other devices to kill time while they waited. After the girls discovered an open connection, it was (as the saying goes) all over but the crying.
I spent my time chatting and laughing with (and at) some of the other moms. I was told that normally the moms pack some snacks to avoid concession stand prices. I learned quite a bit about shooting, too. Most of us were there as cheerleaders more than coaches anyway.
The girls got free breakfast, thanks to my favorite gas station. 🙂 I even had egg rolls. After four hours at the high school, it was time to dash back home so I could finish my laundry (at work and home!). We saw some deer, so I (of course) pulled over to take a look. Once I got home and checked the camera, I discovered that I had taken 115 pics today!
On the way to the doctor’s office yesterday, Bela and I had the chance to take some pictures in spite of feeling icky. We even mustered the energy to take some shots on the way home.
This was what greeted me on one of my trips to Mexico. He (?) was one of THREE in the house! Then there were a couple of tarantulas, but that’s another story.
For the last two months or so, I have been cleaning cabins for Pat Bridges, owner of the Double R Guest Ranch. The scenic cabins are about 20 miles outside the small town of Mullen in the Nebraska sandhills.
Pat is a charming lady with a great sense of humor and a definite idea of how her business should be run. Her housekeeping standards are high, but she wants to offer her guests a quality experience. (I now know how to make a bed with hospital corners!) This attitude keeps guests coming.
If you feel the need to roam and want to visit the sandhills, the Double R is the place to be. See Pat’s website (below) for rates and more pictures of the activities that await you!
Nobody in Bela’s group got one of the coveted call backs, but the lady said she heard some great voices, keep singing and come back to try out again. Ysabela is very interested in doing just that. I’m glad her experience was so cool. People in line broke into spontaneous songs, others joined in…it was just a fun time. Right as the first few raindrops fell, the line started moving and we went it the building. I was thankful for that because there was some wicked lightning with those clouds!
I figured I would be worn out after the grueling day of playing the waiting game, but Bela and I both felt energized. On the way out of Denver, I thought I got turned around, but it worked out fine. We ate at McDonald’s, checked directions and got on our way. I was watching the clouds. They looked threatening, but I hoped we could get close to home before we got totally hammered by the weather. Close to Ogallala, the sky was lighting up like police lights. Jagged flashes made me jump. Bela spent most of the trip with headphones in singing to her favorite tunes. We got some rain, but it was over soon enough.
Once we took the North Platte exit, I stopped for gas. I may be underestimating the bug count, but I say there had to have been at least a gazillion flying around. We stretched our legs and loaded up for the last leg of the trip home. Halfway there, Bela heard me say, “Alright, you little %$#%^! Get out of my pants!” She said, “Mom?” There was a bug inside my pant leg! Fortunately, I did not wreck the car.
I would like to tell you all that I am thankful for a safe trip. Any time you drive 12 hours round trip, there are so many things that could go wrong. I am also thankful for the many friends and family members who encouraged Bela on this endeavor. Thank you so much.