Zachary Russo
Titan of football
As I perused the calendar last week at work I noticed that I had a significant chunk of time in which my presence would not be expected on the job. The start of school is breathing it’s fetid breath down the back of my neck. Normally, I do not despise the start of school. It heralds a return to order and schedules, both of which I am not opposed to in theory. But for some reason this year I am not at all ready to relinquish summer. I had room for one more trip before Don is called back to the classroom with Damian not far behind.
Summer is at it’s tail end, like Steve’s dog Shady.
We contemplated heading to Nashville but instead felt the pangs that absence from my grandkids has created and instead went to North Carolina. Down here football season has started and my grandson, Michael is playing on his high school J. V. team and Zachary is playing on a local league. I miss these kids since I don’t get to see them at my will. The last time we were all together was when we celebrated Easter as we were returning from our Florida spring break trip.
My son, Steve, and his lovely wife Kim.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy autumn. Rancho Russo and the surrounding countryside are a destination in the fall due to the orchards, vinyards and amazing Blue Ridge scenery. It’s just that my tomatoes are just getting ripe and I love being on my deck and in my garden and on my screen porch and in my pool. Speaking of which, I spent time in the pool today with my grandkids. It was warm here in North Carolina (unlike what I have been experiencing in Virginia) and the water was nice.
The Three Amigos: Daniel, Zachary and Damian.
Daniel starts kindergarten this year and Michael starts high school. These are exciting times but I can’t help but long for a little more fun in the sun. I think I may still be able to squeeze in a few days at the beach, maybe around my birthday in September.
Carpe Diem, Zachary!
So glad I dragged these 2 outside to Zac’s practice so they didn’t stay in playing video games.
Zac attack
The little boys sleeping like a pile of puppies.
Steve’s dog, Kayla, staying as far away from the puppies, I mean boys, as possible.
So tomorrow I head homeward after spending this evening watching preseason football. Eric is at the Redskin’s game tonight. I am interested in if the Yankees still have a shot at the pennant. I will not let summer go just yet. But I have already made my plans to spend New Year’s in New York. After all, I am a realist. I may reconsider when the first pumpkin spice lattes make their appearance.
I do love me some pumpkin spice lattes.
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