For every season...

This season has proven to be an interesting and difficult one. First of all it is hotter than ever in June. It's not even July yet and it's already up to 100 degrees on a sunny day. It kind of makes me long for last summer when we had all the storms and it was nice and cool. However, that didn't bode well for lake visits.
We had our first official lake trip a couple of weekends ago and everything went great. Since my parents have a boat, we kind of mooch off of them until we decide we want to buy our own. Last summer was definetly an experience on learning how to park it. But this time, the hubs was a pro! First try! I was so proud! It seems like such a small feat, but believe me it's hard to park those bad boys. So other than a small sunburn (albeit an odd shaped one) the lake was great. The water was a nice temp, but there was so much traffic out there you could hardly stay in one place and swim without getting taken over by someone's wake. I just hope it calms down soon. We did venture to a marina that earlier this summer pretty much got destroyed. I can't remember what the name of the storm was, but pretty much hot and cold collide over water and the result is horrible. It picked the entire marina up and threw it all over the place. There are crumpled boat docks everywhere and pieces of boat on land. It was pretty amazing to see and sad for the boat owners. I guess that's what you have insurance for though. Talk about a freak accident.
Other than that, last week we attended our first political "rally." All sorts of political big whigs were there and it was awesome to be a part of it. Hopefully one of the republican candidates for President was there...if all goes well in a few years. :) I didn't think I would be that interested in politics but I enjoyed hearing the different speakers and learn about the current deficiencies in our state government. Now I know it was a one sided argument, but it lacked the common mud slinging that you normally see. It was a refreshing change.
As for the hard part, the hubs lost a co-worker this week. His grandfather's business partner's step-son passed away at 25. It's been rough dealing with all the emotions that come along with it. I had maybe met the guy once, but what ate at me was the age. No one should ever die at 25! I'm 25 and I would go out kicking and screaming that I'm not ready. For him, there were lots of in office stressors as well as dealing with the emotions he felt on the loss. So in our household, the emotions have run the gamut from happy to sad, the crying. I must say though, that the memorial service was one of the better ones I've experienced. I enjoyed the celebration aspect of his short life, rather than the mourning side. I hope that when my time does come, people will laugh and get drunk at a wake and relish the time they had with me, rather than cry over the loss. So here's to life, no matter how long or how short it's definitely worth living for!