Volleyball tournament in Mt. Pleasant. At least this is the last of the season. Having to spend a Saturday in Mt. Pleasant is bad enough. Throw in sitting around waiting for games to start is putting salt on the wounds. I enjoy the games and watching Molly’s team play. It is the sitting around in some sport complex that offers at best weak coffee and corn dogs that’s a test of parenthood. At least they won their first game. And it’s a cool gloomy day outside so we aren’t burning a good outdoor day.
Kicking butt
Our species counts now stand at 102 for me and 101 for Lise. Still only a pheasant apart. A lot of the migrating ducks have already passed through but a number of the summer resident species are checking in. The lsitserves are ringing with “first of year” sightings. Species that we should be getting without much more effort than just being outside.
I thought we would do more local chasing than we have. It’s not for want of knowing where to go. The listserves are pretty good at getting word around when something unusual pops in. Unfortunately you need to be a bit more nimble than we are. We have too many commitments. Like work. And volleyball. And water polo.
Molly is doing the Vball and water polo. Lise and I are too athletically challenged. Especially for water polo. From what I can tell water polo is rugby with a chance of drowning. It’s like watching sausage getting made. You really don’t want to do it. Water polo is for the wet warriors.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 