Topps Football 1956
Bobby has started a morning football camp. It goes on for weeks, but only lasts about an hour and a half each morning. There's not much point in making the 15 to 20 minute drive back home (plus the cost of gas), so I usually take a book or two or run a quick errand. There are CVS and Walgreen's stores nearby, so it's been a great way to fit that in.
It's funny how much I've been enjoying that time. Yesterday I splurged and bought myself a Diet Coke at Sonic, found a strategic shady parking space (parking spaces around here are valued not for the proximity to the door of a building, but for shade), rolled my windows down and settled in to read Gracious Living in a New World by Alexandra Stoddard. I could just make out a corner of the football field through the trees, and hear the whistles of the coaches and the voices of the boys floating on the breeze. It was a perfect, restful summer morning. Who would have thought that sitting in a van in a parking lot would be so much fun? I didn't even mind that Bobby smelled like a locker room on the way home (of course he's so darn cute how could I?) . :)