all accounted for
-#1 Son is traveling in a caravan headed due south this afternoon. A troupe of home-schoolers is primed to take on NYC for their class trip. A visit to Times Square Church, a Broadway show, a jazz club, the beach: all included in one low, low price. They will sleep on cots in a church basement, spend too much at Starbucks, endure each other's silly caffeine-induced antics, take scads of pictures, and bring home a van full of memories. #1 Son will turn 16 years old tomorrow, his first birthday away from home. He informed me that he would claim his annual pumpkin-cheesecake later this week.
-#1 Daughter is regaling friends under the apple trees. Eight girls are munching salad and sandwiches while telling girly-tales and reclining on our outdoor rugs. They slept (if you could call it that) in the family room last evening; their elaborate plans to sleep in the camper bumped by last-minute company. Caleb and Kwame, vagabond college students, staked their claim via a desperate phone call to Hubby. "Can we crash at your place? We are on the road and will be arriving after midnight." Sure. We'll leave the light on. And we did.
-Friend #12 is on extended vacation at an exclusive spa. Well, not exactly. She is away from us for a season and we sorely miss her. "Trusting God, Extreme Edition" is the name of this particular experiment, and she is committed to seeing it through. We are proud of her.
-Hubby is in the barnyard repairing fences and surveying the damage that four horses regularly wreak on the grounds. Giggles and fits of uncontrolled girly-laughter have driven him there, and since the girls are here for the whole afternoon, he may just get some work done.
-As for me, I am lounging. There must be a thousand things to do around here, but the thousandth-and-one thing is to lazily squander the afternoon doing bits of this-n-that. I might drag my kayak into Norwood Lake, but then again, I might not. All depends.
-#1 Daughter is regaling friends under the apple trees. Eight girls are munching salad and sandwiches while telling girly-tales and reclining on our outdoor rugs. They slept (if you could call it that) in the family room last evening; their elaborate plans to sleep in the camper bumped by last-minute company. Caleb and Kwame, vagabond college students, staked their claim via a desperate phone call to Hubby. "Can we crash at your place? We are on the road and will be arriving after midnight." Sure. We'll leave the light on. And we did.
-Friend #12 is on extended vacation at an exclusive spa. Well, not exactly. She is away from us for a season and we sorely miss her. "Trusting God, Extreme Edition" is the name of this particular experiment, and she is committed to seeing it through. We are proud of her.
-Hubby is in the barnyard repairing fences and surveying the damage that four horses regularly wreak on the grounds. Giggles and fits of uncontrolled girly-laughter have driven him there, and since the girls are here for the whole afternoon, he may just get some work done.
-As for me, I am lounging. There must be a thousand things to do around here, but the thousandth-and-one thing is to lazily squander the afternoon doing bits of this-n-that. I might drag my kayak into Norwood Lake, but then again, I might not. All depends.
posted by thisrequiresthought at 12:58 PM
2 Comments:
Am I allowed to poke fun at your son's June birthday tradition of pumpkin cheesecake?! I mean, wouldn't strawberry shortcake or even ice cream cake be a bit more fitting? :)
you are allowed. we have pointed this out to him on a yearly basis.
It all stems from when his 6th or 7th birthday when he couldn't decide between pumpkin pie or cheesecake. I solved his dilemma with a combo of the two. Now it is his tradition and he won't budge.
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