Yesterday was a multipurpose day. It was Easter, for those that observe, it was April Fool’s day, for those that observe. and it was my birthday. I turned 64. At least the Beetles wrote a song for me.
The day was pretty laid back. I worked out, did some woodworking, and Lise made a great meal. Which we had with some great company. Molly and Mitchell joined us for dinner and then Lindsay joined us all for dessert. Life is good when you’re with people you like.
Lise, Molly, and Mitchell, dyeing Easter eggs.
We spent the previously weekend living vicariously through Molly, attending her water polo tournament down in Ann Arbor. They looked good and did well. Molly didn’t score but she was hell on defense. Only a couple more tournaments and we will be done with water polo. I’ll miss it. This is my main photography outlet in the winter around here. I took 1,200 photos over six matches during this past tournament.
Molly on the offense.
Tenacious defense.
This really captures the game. Jill came up from under the water, grabbed the ball, and back-handed it to the goal. The girl that was holding her under the water is behind her. This is a tough sport.
Giving the term “full contact sport” new meaning.
Lise and I have been thinking out some future plans. It looks like next year is my year to try the Appalachian Trail. If things work out right I will start heading north on my 65th birthday.
Doing a thru hike will take at least four months and five is more like it. Six months is not out of the question. So, there are a few details to work out. Not the least of which is, where does Lise live while I’m gone? We’ve been planning to move once Molly graduates. That happens this May, and she will be moving to Philadelphia not long after graduation. If I do my last hurrah teaching this Fall semester that would give us a couple months to sell this shack and move before stating the trail. Which means Lise will be stuck someplace new by herself. Just a hunch, but I have a feeling that may not work
out well for all involved.
Ed's and Lise's Biggish Years 