We miss New England, but . . .

This time of year it is hard not to miss New England - the crisp weather, the Sox in the World Series, months ending in "r" meaning that lobster is probably $3.99 a pound in our old supermarket.

But we also see the value of living down here - we are just starting to get crisp weather, but on the other hand, B was able to swim in the ocean last weekend at Edisto. Needless to say, I doubt even Barritt, who seems immune to cold, would be swimming in Massachusetts Bay this time of year.

Then again, if we lived in New England, we might be lamenting missing the excitement of the Georgia-Florida football game. Or the drought.

Enough about Dad

Enough about dad. Back to capturings of the kids, courtesy of the above average LG camera phone.

The 6 Gap Picture

The awaited pictures posted yesterday. Here is Matt, on the course with 89 miles under his belt. To this point he had consumed:

2 waffles
one bowl of oatmeal
one bowl of granola
2 cups of coffee
5 water bottles
1 gatorade bottle
1 clif bar
1 power gel
4 peanut butter sandwiches
15 oreos
2 fig newtons
1 banana

Given his appetite, I think the truck behind him was about to deliver a whole smoked pork shoulder, straight onto the bike.

6 Gap

Matt rode in a century bike race yesterday. I think the syntax of that sentence may be wrong, but you get the idea..."century", as in 100 miles of bike race. It is called Six Gap because it's in the north Georgia Mountains and the course takes the riders up and down six mountains. Impressive, no? You can see from this picture he's still standing (although sitting may be the more difficult feat after seven hours on a bike seat) and he even has his helmet in his hand preparing to ride to class today. He promised to write more once there is an official picture to link to.



Big deal. Have you seen me push these beads?