Tornados and Tomatoes

Roland loves to draw tornadoes, talk about tornadoes, work tornadoes into songs and stories, but sometimes he mistakenly calls them tomatoes. Which is where I was tonight during the commute home - trying desperately to remember what tomato he was talking about till I remembered that sometimes a tornado is a tomato.

Equally, it's been a tornado of two weeks. Gordon didn't know if we were in going to MN this weekend or had already been, Sarah didn't even know Calen was getting married - and it's not their fault, we've just been spinning non-stop. Sorry about that guys.

This Monday as the school year started and my summer break from school traffic and school buses ended, I became more frustrated than usual with the commute. That's when a friend remarked how much they missed their driving companion now that they've graduated from GLDS, and it made me realize the unappreciated value of my commute with my fellow roadies. My tornado was actually a tomato, a ripe juicy one.

Despite Aria's amazing ability to keep me speechless these days with her - how should I phrase this - let's go with enormous personality and passionate opinions - tonight I learned that a friend is beginning a decline I'd be lying to say she'll recover from. As she loses the fight, I get to fight with Aria everyday, and that's a tornado I'm learning to treasure.

Here's some treats from the wedding, hope everyone has a ripe week - and don't forget the Tomato Fest is this weekend! Two thumbs up!