The boys are down to about three hours left in the 2009-2010 school year as I type. Remember that euphoria? Is that one of the very best things that happens to you as a child? I think it is.
A Facebook friend recently reminded me that country line-dancing lurked in my past. (Must have been 1993?) She says she remembers me doing the Cotton Eye Joe, and given my condition the evening we were out together, I shall not quibble with her account. I do remember actually going to a free lesson to learn the Urban Cowboy.
A monstrous race day looms! Indianapolis weather for Sunday still looks golden. A little doubt is creeping into Charlotte. However, given that we’ll be hanging with the BamaDans, I’m confident that even two rainouts would still produce a high-quality afternoon.