Can you imagine we're going to cut her hair next week? Is there anyone with a moment of silence for my selfish sadness?
Thursday was the last day of school. The girls enjoyed a field day in which every athletic event was rewarded with sugar. Do the limbo, get a donut. Run four laps of the track, have a popsicle. Three-legged races, pie for everyone. Pie eating contest (I'm not kidding), winners get more pie.
After the sugar crash, we all walked our country road with flowers they picked from my garden for the "neighbors."
We surprised a few grandmas on the road. My favorite was when one lovely octogenarian asked the girls very gingerly whether they pulled the Sweet Williams up out of her flowerbeds. As soon as she knew they were mine, she was delighted with the gift.
Then we lolled around on the porch of the Grange Hall for a while. Did you know the Grange is a members-only deal? I never knew that before. We're not members, but they still let us be lazy in the shady porch.
It was hot, so we had some ice cream before I started to mull over dinner choices. Sarah had a friend over so I felt the pressure to cook something memorable. Then a miracle happened when pizza was delivered. (Our nearest pizza parlor is 23 miles away.) A neighbor had a big function at work, and thought our family would appreciate a leftover whole pizza pie. We did!
A rousing game of BINGO followed by very competitive Connect Four in one corner and Chess in the other rounded out the first night of summer vacation.
I do so love my life.