I had a lot more energy when my kids were young than I do now, and the child’s birthday party Bev and I went to last week was a reminder of how things have changed. So much so, that I looked at my niece, who has two little ones to look after, and couldn’t recall if I had ever put that much effort into any social gathering at our house. I don’t think so.
Her youngest was turning one and my niece threw a bash that she must have spent a lot of time on: the house was decorated, there was a mouthwatering buffet, a fancy cake, and she even made a pinata for the kids!
Here my nephew holds the pinata while his eldest daughter takes a turn giving it a few whacks.
I believe there were about 15 kids and 20 adults there, something like that. It was a houseful; but they have a big house so it wasn’t crowded.
The kids had noisemakers to blow into — they were having a wonderful time! — and two hours were enough for me. We said our goodbyes and left with full bellies and a box of bedding plants that Karen had brought for me: snapdragons, lobelia, and a geranium she’d started from seed this spring.
I swore I’m not buying any flowers this year because Goddamn Dog cannot be trusted not to dig them out of the pots. I haven’t been to a greenhouse. The vegetable garden has been plowed but all that is planted in it so far are half a dozen empty glass cooler-bottles that the dog has found somewhere and piled together in the middle of the garden area. Doofus. Apparently she’s a collector.
It’s my hope that when some cattle are brought over to pasture here for the summer, she’ll think of guarding them as her “job” and stop all this pain-in-the-ass-ery.
For now, since we’ve had some rain, we await green grass.
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