Sounds like you have a fun day planned, Sharon. I've never been to a wresting match. When I was a kid I used to put the wrestling on TV with the sound turned right down, then play classical music. I guess I was weird way back then, too.
A quiet Saturday today. I got some errands done this morning then took difficult child 3 & BF2 to the beach for a swim. Lovely! Of course, I went too early in the day and now have a warm glow. Can't see much red, it will be fine by morning, but I'm usually more careful.
There have been storms on the east coast yesterday and today, they missed us but they're expecting some tomorrow. No idea if they'll be big, small or arrive at all, but it could cool things down beach-wise for a few days.
At the beach today we met another autistic kid (other developmental delays too). He and difficult child 3 got friendly and difficult child 3 invited him for an afternoon visit. They got on OK, but not a lot in common. Still, it's good to have friends. At the beach the boys were comparing notes on their experiences with gluten-free diets. Turned out, this boy was visiting family - his cousin was in difficult child 3's class when he was in mainstream at the local school. She was one of the 'spies' who used to report to easy child (her dance teacher) about any problems at school that the teachers weren't telling us. No wonder she was so supportive of difficult child 3!
A lovely sight at the beach today - an middle aged/elderly couple, both regular beach goers, arrived each carrying a truck inner tube, inflated ready to go. They each stripped to swimsuit, sat down on their inner tube and paddled themselves through the surf to bob around in sheer delight in the waves. I wished I had a camera - there was something bountiful and joyous in the sight of the woman especially, hugging her inner tube and grinning in anticipation! They are neighbours of ours, they live a few houses away and go to our church. Their generosity for life extends to their service for others - wonderful people.
A happy day.
Enjoy yours.
Marg