Falls Fallen In Line

Only towards the end of the week, did it begin to feel fallish.  When it is dark before the timed apartment lights go on, its feels a little off.

Sunday, Shea got to go Valley Girl style shopping with Aunt Maddy.  She came home with all her fancy mall bags, and I *facepalm* and fake a smile.  "You should come shopping with me and Aunt Maddy!" she offered.  Ugh, mall shopping. Sorry, kid, not my bag. Literally. I was near panic attack while she picked out Toms at Nordstoms, UGH... that place, with their icky sales people and super overpriced crap.  UGH.
I will continue to walk the line, preaching the anti-materialism and letting go, a little every day to let her be.

I countered the Valley Girl trip, with a new pink fishing pole and tackle box.  We did a little fishing at Shelter Island before putting out the lawn chairs, bbq and RC cars to listen to Crosby Stills & Nash.  Over discussion of Woodstock and that generation who defined idealism.

Math was took me one step forward and one step back this week.  I figured out one chapter, still stumped on another. Ugh.

Tuesday, Shea & I had dinner with Christie & Mr. Henry at Lodi's in Lemon Grove.  What a great old spot, it felt like the Volare of East SD. :)

Thursday, we scrambled making a few dozen cupcakes for Fall Festival

Friday, we went to the Festival, pretty big blow out!  I enjoyed watching the director do hip hop line dancing with the kid and getting dunked in the tank.  Can't go wrong with a dunk tank, right?  Shea became a kitteh and the dance troup was great to see.