So. This weekend was quite exciting, as my mini me (aka my little sister Samantha) had a basketball tournament about 45 minutes away from home base (GMC). This consequently allowed me to go see her games, which is a rare occurrence since she's usually in a different state.
On Saturday I watched the games alone-- her team (the Lady Twisters) won both of these games, though injuries were had. My little sister managed to score an amazing 13 points (one of which was a three pointer) in the first game and slightly less, though still large enough to lose track of, in the second. My parents were busily attending my older sister Stephanie's pinning ceremony in NH, as she is graduating from St. Anselm's college as a nurse in less than half a month. GO HER! They finally arrived for the last seconds of Samantha's second game, and were informed that they had missed their eleven year old's three pointer. The parents of the other kids involved promptly told them that they were no longer allowed to show up at games and that I, the prodigal daughter, should be the only one permitted to games, as Samantha did so extremely well. On Sunday there were two more games, both of which Sam's team lost at, which fulfilled the Sam's parents are here, we're going to lose prophecy. Hahaha. I do wish there was an actual correlation.
Sunday was also my grandmother's 47th birthday (or so she said. I'm pretty sure it's been her 47th birthday since I can remember). As such, we brought her out to the beloved Perry's, right here in Poultney, at which she got to experience the ultimate pancakes, some banana-cream pie, and an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday by half of the restaurant. Awesome. We also showed her around campus, which she enjoyed immensely, especially because one of the farm workers let her hold a lamb (after a while the lamb started to fidget a bit-- I have never seen my grandmother so frightened in my life). She also amused herself by baa-ing at the sheep and pretending to feed the chickens by throwing dirt around. Let's just say that all of the chickens came running, and suddenly we were surrounded. My grandmother giggled as my mother ran away, afraid that the chickens would start pecking her. Yes. Families are fun.
As we were driving back from the AAU basketball tournament, I took some sweet pictures. I had never been to Manchester, VT before, and certainly would not have believed how beautiful it is if someone tried to describe it to me, rather than my experiencing it for myself. I am definitely planning on retracing that route in the fall for a lot of foliage camera action.
This is my favorite picture, by far. Just look at how small my parents' vehicle looks compared to this tree! It's fascinating.