
Summer is winding down here, although I think September is Seattle's nicest month. We've had a weird transition to fall because Nate's teacher's union is on strike. Usually we get back into a schedule when school starts after Labor Day, and seeing Nate filling out all those teacher gradebooks makes me want to go out and buy a bunch of mechanical pencils or something.
This year, he's walking the picket line. It's getting old.
Here are a couple of shots of our last summer fling over to the lake on Labor Day weekend. Ruby is such a goofball and loves to play games. She and my parents -- especially my mom -- were buddies. That's good because I wanted to read my book on the dock...
Driving the boat with Grandpa...

And playing this game, which only my mom could conceive: this bizarre plastic fish bowl has been at the cabin since my own early childhood. Ruby and my mom took turns wearing it around like astronauts.