Jonathan and Tonia gave Chris and Dan tickets to a Mariner's game for Father's Day.  

Enjoying the Mariner's game 

Our seats were by center field. 

Updates

It's Thursday and my only day off this week so I have been catching up on my errands. (sewing, shopping, buying Teresa’s college books, cleaning a little). Each day seems full. Here is a little of what we have been doing:

-Laura has been house-sitting so we have mostly seen her for meals, then she heads off with her friends although we did manage to go shopping together twice.
-Teresa has been quilting with Aunt Linda, spending a last day with Kristin before she goes off to school, school shopping, going to orientation for running start and working and hanging out with Laura.
-Saturday Chris and I went garage saling with Ed and Bev Hilliard and then worked on fixing kitchen cabinets at Frank’s house.
-Sunday we went to church and did errands around the house.
-Monday was work and home group.
-Tuesday Jan went to work and school shopping with the girls. We had great success at Ross. What bargains.
-Wednesday Chris had a meeting after work and Jan did some computer work at home and laundry after work.
-Today we are going to dinner at Mom and Dad’s with Bev and Deborah. They are down for one day.
-Saturday Chris and I are going to Jonathan’s and Tonia’s for a mariner’s game and will spend the night and go to church with them.

The battle of the bees

Our phone was not working. We did not know this at first since we could call out. Then we began to hear that people could not get a hold of us. That is strange. We did a test and we discovered we only had a one way phone. A call to the repairman resulted in a visit (too early in Teresa’s opinion). Thus began the battle of the bees. “I cannot work on your phone line until the bees are gone.” He says. Armed in a long sleeve coat with a hood I sneak up on the swarming bees (all seven or eight of them but is seemed like more in the narrow passage between the hedge and the house.) I spray the hole and they are stunned but rise again to fly away. Again and again I risk shooting the hole with the deadly(?) spray but the bees are unaffected.

So off to Fred’s to arm myself with something more deadly. This time when I shoot the hole with my spray it turns to deadly foam. Now they are trapped! Ha ha. For extra measure I set a trap for those bees away from home with a trusty soda bottle trap. Nothing will stop the repairman tomorrow I say. I arise early and spread more deadly foam before leaving for work. By 4:00 the bees are dead and I am ready for the repairman to fix my phone. He arrives soon and finishes the job after many search and find missions to find all our phone jacks. Why are they all behind desks, dressers and book shelves… even wires coming out of the attic? Alas I hear the ringing of a bell. It is our friendly phone now working again. We are no longer cut off from the world. We can rest safely tonight having won the battle of the bees and restored communication with the world.