Summer’s End and Grandma’s Bike

I’m ready for the summer to be over. OK. maybe not totally over, but I’m ready for the twins to go back to school.

We accomplished a lot this summer. Our baseball season is finished. We’ve been to Yellowstone. We dug a pond for our ducks in our yard. That one I wasn’t planning on. We had a perfectly, good plastic swimming pool the ducks could swim in, and then, someone’s brother (mine) hatched a couple dozen ducklings and gave five to someone (Ivy) and the next thing you know someone (Ol’ Monner) is outside digging a duck pond.

OK, the family might tell a slightly different story. They might say that Ivy and Boy Twin started digging the pond with shovels. They might say that I saw them digging and realized how serious they were about a new pond, so I helped them with the tractor. However, if they want the story told like that, maybe they should write their own.

I’m kind of sad baseball is over. I had a blast. Girl Twin’s baseball year was complete with an unofficial record. While batting, she was hit by more pitches than anyone, ever. I might be exaggerating, but it makes for a better story.

It got so bad for Girl Twin she became terrified to bat. One time, I actually promised her that she was batting against the pitcher that would not hit her. After telling her that, the pitcher hit her in the middle of the back on the next pitch. I think I lost a little credibility on that one.

The team won their end of the year tournament. Each kid walked off with a trophy. I think Girl Twin deserved another trophy for her unofficial record, But I wasn’t in charge of that. We did take her to eat after every game. Come to think of it, we took Boy Twin also, that doesn’t seem fair.

I mentioned Yellowstone was great. It’s the coming back from Yellow