The Sun was Lord of the Marigold
In celebration of my country's independence from the British Empire, I played badminton and got stung by a nettle. My patriotism may need some work.
I left the house as a Teddy Boy.
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spatch borrowed my niece's Klutz cubes in order to demonstrate how to drop them and presently incorporated me into the act.
Although a child-pack accumulated over the course of the afternoon—we were visited by two sets of local twins—so far as I know there are no pictures of me playing badminton with any of them, although the net was in near-constant use and at one pointchoco_frosh and I were pitted against my niece and P. (The dogwood and the evergreen which bounded the unofficial court won a lot.) A dear friend who is not on DW captured my match with Rob, which was played under conditions of being actively stalked by children (out of shot). They had a jar of bubble solution and the wind on their side.
Then we passed out.
The strawberry ice cream was more like strawberry milkshake this year because the churn actually broke, causing everyone to rail against modern technology because it was just five years ago that we replaced the hand-cranked churn of my childhood which might actually have been older than me when it went to its rust, but we poured the stuff into cones and ate the cones afterward and the terms of the ritual were satisfied. It did not rain. Children screamed ultrasonically at one another. (Formally; it was a competition. They were sitting on my brother's truck at the time.) I blew the conch. We have determined it is the first social occasion my family has hosted since the late winter of last year and it was outside. It is strange, but good, to see people.
I left the house as a Teddy Boy.
spatch borrowed my niece's Klutz cubes in order to demonstrate how to drop them and presently incorporated me into the act.
Although a child-pack accumulated over the course of the afternoon—we were visited by two sets of local twins—so far as I know there are no pictures of me playing badminton with any of them, although the net was in near-constant use and at one point
choco_frosh and I were pitted against my niece and P. (The dogwood and the evergreen which bounded the unofficial court won a lot.) A dear friend who is not on DW captured my match with Rob, which was played under conditions of being actively stalked by children (out of shot). They had a jar of bubble solution and the wind on their side.
Then we passed out.
The strawberry ice cream was more like strawberry milkshake this year because the churn actually broke, causing everyone to rail against modern technology because it was just five years ago that we replaced the hand-cranked churn of my childhood which might actually have been older than me when it went to its rust, but we poured the stuff into cones and ate the cones afterward and the terms of the ritual were satisfied. It did not rain. Children screamed ultrasonically at one another. (Formally; it was a competition. They were sitting on my brother's truck at the time.) I blew the conch. We have determined it is the first social occasion my family has hosted since the late winter of last year and it was outside. It is strange, but good, to see people.
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Thank you!
The strawberries and cream ice slurry sounds delicious, even if the ice cream churn failed to do its job.
It was a decent representative of the strawberry milkshake!