Fast notes

A frightfully busy weekend ... the way all of them will be before long, once the fall sports get going.

We spent Saturday at the powwow--and with the way the rest of the weekend went, I still haven't had a chance to look over my pictures. I'll get to that later tonight. I think I got some good ones. The weather certainly behaved.

But as soon as I got home late Saturday afternoon, I had to leave immediately for an ethnic softball game on the other half of the county. Didn't get back from that until 10 p.m. On Sunday at 8 a.m., I was on the road again back across the county for a tube float event. It's part of a holiday weekend over there--special local celebration--and the paper was, as usual, short-handed.

Bottom line is that because of the powwow and softball game and tube float, I wasn't able to get to work on my stories until about 11 a.m. I wrote steadily until 2, then back home and worked on stories again that evening. I finally got everything done, but it didn't leave much weekend relaxation for me. Tonight I've got to cover a meeting on the other side of the county. In about an hour, in fact. It's about 20 minutes to get there.

The big news at our house this week is that my older son is coming up from his apartment in the Detroit metro area to spend a few days here and visit the county fair, along with some other stuff. He's arriving Wednesday afternoon and leaving Sunday, I think. It's sort of a last minute thing, but he's excited to get back up here again. I think. He is, of coure, The Eating Machine, but I'll get to that later.

I hope most of that made sense. If it doesn't, don't worry. That's the way it goes when you're feeling rushed. Deadline pressure! Concentrate!