I got home safe and sound. I thought a lot about how much safer it was flying than taking a viking ship with not much in the way of navigational tools and about being brave (and about being a big baby). I was so happy to see the kids and get jumped on by the dog and kissed by David.
The very next day was Megan's Kindergarten orientation. It was so different from Kiernan's. Kiernan stuck like glue to daddy and looked around silently, half overwhelmed but hopeful. Megan already knows the school and many of the kids. Even if she didn't know them already she would have assumed that they were all there for her personal entertainment. She toured us around and took off after friends. She paid minimal attention to teachers and instructions and wiggled and played and generally enthused her way through the evening. She got a new toy and signed up for Girl Scouts (Daises) with her best friend.
The next day the well pump died an ignominious death.
This was a bummer for a number of reasons. 1. We are attached to running water and flushing toilets. 2. We were planning on a family beach trip while mom is in the British Isles in a few weeks.
A new well pump solved one of those issues but eliminated any possibility of the other. Good-bye beach trip.
Hello 225ft deep well.
Apparently the pumps are supposed to last between 10 and 12 years. Ours was 17 years old. I would feel more gratified about this if we had actually had 17 years of use out of it but here's to the future and flushing toilets.
It looks like summer now. The strawberries are starting to turn red.
The vines in the garden are taking hold and the grass needs a mow.
Krispy Kreme is open and life is good.
Megan had a birthday party at Chucky Cheese.
I felt jet lagged from Denmark and overwhelmed from new people and noise but also entertained by my crazy social girl.
She went in there with a determined face that I soon discovered was reserved for a pink sparkly ring in the ticket trade-in rewards station. She played without break for pizza, birthday cake or good times with friends until she won the 50 necessary tickets to make that ring her own.
ha!
Grandpa Rumford had an exploratory cardiac thing to see if he needs to have the same surgery that Dad had last year. Apparently its genetic. Apparently I need to change my medical history to yes for history of heart problems...
I was worried all day about Grandpa.
As you can see though he is a tough old bird and was fine and dandy and off to a delicious buffet before days end.
I roped much of my family into a 1970's style potluck and slide show (Denmark trip) over the weekend. They were very good humored about it and brought cheese and bread aplenty. The kids got some good play time with young Master Strassburg and we are planning an epic series of backyard camping, over the summer, to extend the good times.
Also over the weekend we hit Butlers Orchard for some prime strawberry picking.
I have never seen them so perfect. They were abundant, ripe and sweet smelling. We picked in the relative cool and overcast and then made a stop for rhubarb and pie crust on the way home
We took advantage of the long weekend and ate pie and had a cook out and didn't go to work or school.
We lit all the citronella things and managed not to feed the mosquitoes.
We even did the burn-y marshmallow and veggie dog thing.
I love fire.
I love sitting in the yard as the woods turn dark and turning my hair to a smoke scented purple mess.
It was good.
I have been thinking lots of purple thoughts. The flowers are cooperating.
Here are the new thistles in the field behind my work.
Here is a bee doing its important bee work down by the pond.
And here am I writing a blog to you.
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