What Next?

With the weather vastly improved, the immediate thing the grandchildren want to do when they get home each day is ride their bikes.  This is the first time they have ever been allowed to play in the front of the house.  They have been advised how far up the sidewalk and back they can ride, etc.  MOST of the time, there is no problem.  Although I am trying to coordinate supper during this time, I generally have it under control before I even go pick them up from day care and am out to check on them every 5-8 minutes--depending on how quiet they are--until their mother gets home.  (With children, quiet is bad!) 

The neighbors to the north sowed some grass seed this past weekend and has a sprinkler out front.  At one point this afternoon, I found Ryan with his bike in their yard, running around in the sprinkler.  I ordered him out.  Okay...so he and Robin parked their bikes on the sidewalk in front of the neighbor's and were letting the sprinkler hit them from there.  I didn't particularly want them to get wet since it wasn't all THAT warm outside, but as soon as Meg got home, we'd be eating...so no biggie.

Meg drove in.  We were about to call the children in when the neighbor showed up at the door.  I think I said, "This can't be good."  And, indeed, it wasn't!  He said he didn't want to complain...but...  It seems that RYAN was the one who turned on the sprinkler!  To make matters worse, the man had all of his work shoes lined up outside the front door of the house...and they were all soaking wet.  Meg found Ryan and brought him to the man to apologize (which he did...and so did we, over and over), but Ryan said later that he didn't learn anything from the experience.  We told him that if he couldn't abide by the rules, he wouldn't get to ride his bike again.  With that threat, I'm betting that he learned more than he confesses.  He loves riding his bike!

Meg and I had an errand to run that we had to do together, so instantly after supper, we hit the road for Menard's in Camby with a promise of ice cream if the children were good.  (They were....mostly.)  We got what we needed, stopped at Dairy Queen...but it was 8:30 by the time we got home.  Time to put one kid in the bathtub and get the other one ready for bed.  Truly, time after dinner is way too short.  Meg and I are tired.  The children, of course, are still energized.  It doesn't help us to have to do anything outside the house on a week day evening. 

Haven't heard KB9RDO on the radio for the last two mornings.  Makes me a bit nervous, considering that he is under a doctor's care for heart problems.  And my friend Major Pat is back in the hospital due to edema around his heart.  He was supposed to be discharged today, but that didn't happen.  When I talked to his wife this evening, she said, "We almost lost him on Sunday."  My own heart sank.  He will not be discharged until he can go 24 hours without a bout of arrhythmia, which hasn't happened yet...and now he can't walk.  (Our best guess is that his gout has flared up, but no one on the rehab floor where he is now will do anything about it...yet.)  Please continue to pray for my friends.  And while you're at it, pray for me, too!  And thanks.