September Stuff

September has just FLOWN by.  My parents visited for two weekends, cross country is in full swing, football had four home games in a row, the LCMEA band festival happened, running was squeezed in, trying to walk the Tonka dog sorta happened...

September.

Firstly:  Jacob is having a great marching band season.  He's squad leader & an executive officer.  He earned a solo during a favorite song from my past!  It's been great watching him rock it each and every Friday night.  The most exciting was during the band festival, because the crowd was actually quiet & listening to the bands...Jacob said the only time it's silent when he starts his solo is during practice.  Most Fridays there LOTS of crowd noise...but not at the festival.  & he still rocked it. :)

Jacob Barton playing his solo in MHS's version of Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.

I tried to embed the video from facebook...but I was unable.  Here's the link

JB is always the center of the pictures!

Solo time at Chardon

Today Mike & I went for a 10 mile run together.  {Have to mention that I'm SOOO glad Mike has started running again.  The long run it fun when done with someone}  Running the last 3 miles, we are running east on rt 307.  From behind us {recognize that we are on the far left, facing traffic} comes a Cashen Cement Mixer.  It literally 'buzzed' us.  It passed us left of center ~ coming too close to us for any comfort.  We both start yelling at the truck ~ I gave him TWO sarcastic thumbs up & Mike just gave him two big birds.  As the truck turns north onto County Line, Mike is screaming at the driver to stop so he can 'discuss' his driving with him.  The whole way up County Line we are discussing the fact that I'm calling Cashen when we get home to complain.  Mike knows, from his years driving and dispatching, that the dispatcher will know exactly who the driver was {it was 9:20 am ~ Mike made me check the time} ~ and Mike was talking about how he might just get in the car & drive up there & talk to the driver in person.

The adrenaline was surely flowing.  Because REALLY ~ I KNOW that truck is bigger and stronger and will win in a fight.  The driver REALLY has to intimidate helpless runners?

I'm also disappointed.  Cashen drivers have always been so friendly to me.  I pass them {really, they pass me} almost every Saturday on County Line Road.  They've ALWAYS gone around & given me a wave & sometimes a little honk.  I thought we had something.  

Mike, on the other hand, has always complained about Cashen drivers not going around him.  So, I guess the driver didn't like the fact that I wasn't running alone today.

So the rest of the story...I turned off in Unionville & ran an extra 1/2 mile so I could hit 10 for the day.  By the time I got home, Mike was talking to his dad, telling him the story.  He's ALREADY CALLED {boo} & the dispatcher's first reaction to Mike saying, "I'm calling to complain about a driver who tried to kill me today during my run."  was to LAUGH!  Mike had to tell her it wasn't really funny and he would appreciate it if she took the situation more seriously.  Highly disappointed with the lack of concern from the company.

So that's my hater story of the day.

But then we got to go to a parade!  The Geneva Grape Jamboree is a HUGE event & I got to have a PURPLE COW {ice cream & grape juice} and a sausage samage & to sit & watch an hour of the parade {left because we knew Jacob & the band were headed back to Madison}  Tomorrow I run the Run For the Grapes for the first time.  Kinda excited.