The Time of the Season

 The State weekend routine played out for the last time. This time with the added finery that come with comes with senior year. A poster on the school fence. 

 Pack the parking lot one last time with the sun that sets early and a chill in the fall air. 

 

And one last poster creation by Eva in the band hallway. This one appropriately follows the marching band life (so far). 

 

 

And once again in Bowling Green for State we find ourselves in a cabin outside of town with a pup. You can see both grandma and Rubble were both a bit unsure at first, but then we all enjoyed the weekend.

  

 

 

Which, sadly, did not include an appearance in the finals late, oh so late, on Saturday night. So this morning performance was the last of one for high school marching band. Capturing me post-cheer and Levi playing up front for the first two parts of the show. The show run was the best of the year, which is always the highest objective you can set, and when it was over I promptly lowered my head and cried a little bit.

 

 Sunday morning coming down. Rolling on the highway headed back home. 

  

Flying High Again

A busy October, and it's not even over yet. Better to break it up into two posts. Beginning with a trip to the motherland, aka Canada. A house by the lake for one night only. First ensure the flanks are covered against attack. Can't stop submarines, of course, but we do what we can. 

 

 With the threat of attack mitigated, we all enjoyed a good chew.

 

Lots going on with puggle this month, perhaps most importantly we adopted 5 new babies. Never saw this little so excited, and I'm pleased to announce that 3 weeks later he still brings them out to play on a daily basis. 

 

 

Cooler weather brings with it evenings by the fire. 

 

 

 But mostly Fall is about taking it easy, 

 

 

 

 In non-pup news, those parents went to New York City for the weekend.

 

 

 

It turns out that I might love musicals. Long story short, it dawned on me that the reason they break into song in the middle of the story is because it makes the story better. Waiting for The Book of Mormon.

 

 

And this might have been the first in what is now a quad-annual (four times a year?) trip for trapeze.

 

 

Sunday morning walking around and then a late lunch outside, while the remnants of a dog costume parade walk by, was maybe the perfect NYC experience.

 

 

Back home the marching band season is wrapping up, below is a pic for the four years represented in the band. From The Depths being Levi's freshman year, big weekend coming up in Bowling Green for state championships. Where did four years go?

Rubble Puggle

Lounging! 

 

Napolean Dynamite

 

Last night Eva and I went to the Napolean Dynamite show. The movie followed by the Napolean, Pedro and Uncle Rico doing a show and talking about the movie. Right at the part when they're at the dance and Forever Young comes on I was overwhelmed by a rush of emotion. It was a series of thoughts all rolled into one and tears all in under a second. 

The song triggered the memory of the last aerials show when she performed to this song. Maybe the last time I'll see her do an aerial show, and how perfect it was. Then the movie and how it's maybe the thing we share the most. It's the weirdness of it, combined with the message that the weirdos win. There were lots of parents there with their kids, and it struck me parents and children find those things that bind them together in life. And then it hit me. There will come a day when she will watch the movie without me. I'll be gone, and she will remember how we shared each scene and line. 

I immediately grabbed her hand and held it. I need to make the most of every minute and focus on what is important. I hope that when she watches Napolean Dynamite one day and thinks of me she thinks of all the amazing times we had, all the things we shared, and smiles because she can picture me imitating lines from the movie. 

School Pics

 Special senior photo.

Wonder if Eva will wear a tie next year.

Our Boys

September brings with it marching band season. This year with a twist, Levi playing the show from the sideline. That's what four weeks off from a collapsed lung with do to a guy. But still pitching in for that music and general effect category. 

 

In other news that Peloza dad stopped being a big shot this month, walking away from Associate Dean roles. A big smile and the good time shirt say it all.

 

But I will always be the brightest star in the sky to this little guy here. 

 Constant companion, unless someone else has food. Or a car goes by.

Scanning the shadows on the opposite wall to tell when something is coming, he doesn't even need to be facing the street anymore. 

New spot on the outdoor couch.

Puggle up close.

Now in the evenings, I must confess, I look forward to nesting with our little Kentucky brown dog. He's a smasher, but it's maybe the best feeling in the world to feel the love of a dog while slowly waking up. Or sometimes not waking up at all, just spooning in the early morning light.

New Beginnings

 Everyone is blossoming. Rubble is perfecting his rock star tendencies, destruction included.

 So much so that the gliterati have taken notice.

 

 

We added another driver to the fold this month. 

 

  

 

 And of course, a new school year began.