Although I love these unseasonably cool days (can you believe it was 41 degrees the other morning?), I worry that winter will be here sooner than normal – which in my book is always too soon. I am hopeful when I hear the weather geeks saying that they are predicting a mild winter. Mild and short would be my preference.
Wednesday marked the conclusion of the regularly scheduled Platte River Rides on the Lincoln side. It doesn’t seem that long ago that I displayed the countdown clock marking the first season ride. We’ll have a combined ride with the Omaha group next week and will regrettably be saying goodbye to a friend who is leaving the state. Seasons are changing.
We are planning on camping over the weekend if we can carve it out around McCain’s football games, football practice and job. In some ways, the older my boys get, the easier it is. But yet in other ways, it brings on a whole new set of challenges. McCain isn’t keen on hanging with us all weekend and the 3 years age difference between him and Case is really starting to show. He lacks patience where his little brother is concerned and Case gets frustrated because they no longer do the things they used to do when we were all together. Whenever I hear that song, “You’re Going to Miss This”, one minute I think “No, I’m not!” and the next minute, I know I will.