Gerald is back from Georgia and just finished showing me a slide show of the Oconee High School softball team, who are now the state Class AAA champions.  He is busy now making some prints of Geri Ann during the game.

Gerald came through Nashville a little too early this morning to call Leslie and just kept driving.  I was surprised to see the car in the garage when I came home from church.  Before I had time to check and see if the barbecue I was planning to heat for my lunch would stretch to feed the two of us, Gerald met me with the greeting that we were to meet Erin and her other grandmother—Grandma Shirley—in town for lunch.  He hurriedly made two large photos of the Oconee team for Erin to take back to Texas A&M with her.

Erin had borrowed her friend Brooke’s car to meet us before the two of them started back to Nashville as soon as our meal was over. Brooke was due at a study group at Belmont and Erin’s plane was to leave Nashville at 7.

Gma Shirley and Erin were giggling together by the time we arrived at the restaurant and found them—happy to be in each other’s presence once again.  And we felt the same way.  Erin looked great.  It was fun to hear about their friend Holly’s wedding last night (she looked beautiful) and how good Mama B (Brooke’s mother) was taking care of Erin this weekend.  We got the scoop on the softball team at College Station and Erin got to hear Gerald’s account of Geri Ann’s success with Oconee at the Columbus tourney.  Erin admitted she had bragged to everyone at the wedding last night about her little sister.  As always, it was hard to give those last hugs and know we wouldn’t be together until Thanksgiving. 

By the time we read the newspaper and Gerald caught up with his telephone messages and talked to Bryan about farm stuff and to his friend Bobby in Texas  for their  usual weekend gossip/laughing session, I had had my nap.  We made it to the six o’clock worship service in our village church and came home to the heat up that barbecue.