Friday, as we were all going about our lives here in the Land of the Free, thirty of the Brave gave their lives in pursuit of our enemies in Afghanistan. They died when their CH-47 Chinook helicopter was shot out of the sky by a rocket-propelled grenade fired by insurgent forces. Evidently, this was the deadliest single incident for U.S. forces during the entire ten-year war.
My son, whose "job" with the Army is to maintain and repair CH-47 helicopters, will be deploying to Afghanistan in the near future.
Monday, August 08, 2011
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Since I am training toward a half-marathon, and a hilly one at that, about six weeks (!) from now, I'm purposely seeking longer and more challenging routes to run around home. Last week I mapped out 7-miles of road which include a couple of serious hills, yet does not require me to run past my home until I'm returning at the very end, thus eliminating the temptation to bail early.
When Kate asked us a couple of months ago if she could invite some of her friends she has made while living in Lancaster to come for the weekend of the music festival, Father Folk, we readily agreed. We've not had the chance to become acquainted with her new friends, and spending a weekend with them here would be a great way to do just that. Kate seemed to be on top of the details and planning, and she pledged with all the sincerity of her soul to manage the entire affair.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
The past few weeks since my last post have been busy in some ways, and rather relaxing in others. Jim and Erin went away to camp in Virginia while Isaac and I stayed home and found ways to enjoy our time together in spite of the heat wave that practically annihilated any outdoor activities. Once our adventurers returned home we had a pleasant week together, all four of us, for the first time all summer. Wineberries have been jammed and peaches have been deliciously preserved. Books have been read and movies have been viewed. A good time has been had by all.