Not too much going on in Schools’ world. Except it is winter and blah. We’ve had a remarkably warm winter compared to the last two years. But still, we whine when the temperature drops a little. We would have been appetizers at Donner Pass.
Probably the most exciting thing in the Schools’ household lately, besides the long awaited detection of gravity waves, is the start of the MSU women’s club water polo season. We now get to live vicariously through our daughter.
Molly on the offense.
Molly on the defense.
This past weekend we went down to Bloomington, IN, for their first tournament. Refereed mayhem. I think the refs are just there to prevent manslaughter charges. The girls did OK, winning three of their four matches.
Part of the IU aquatic facility.
The big man. I think if you look close enough Lise may have some lip prints on the picture.
Molly being drowned. She likes this sport.
Drown the opponent while throwing the ball. One of our girls is doing the drowning so it’s OK.
Mayhem.
More mayhem.
No foul, at least just yet.
No foul.
We had a great time, seeing friends and visiting old haunts. It was kind of fun to be able to direct people to the best places to eat. Lise was in her glory. She was showing Molly and a friend some rail trail signs she designed and a passerby said how much he loved them. Said something like, “These signs are great. I must have read these signs 50 times.” Then we were at a restaurant and a lady at the next table told Lise she knew her from somewhere. Turns out the lady was a teacher that would take her classes to McCormick’s Creek State Park for Lise’s programs. That was 25 years ago. She was effusive, telling Lise how great her programs were. Each compliment was another nail in the coffin holding my dreams of a retirement in Costa Rica.
The venerable Chocolate Moose. Once used in a John Melloncamp music video.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 