2:30? What the...
Where did the time go?
Wasn't supposed to have a meeting this morning but then one board member who's been MIA the last couple of weeks showed up and then we found out that no one told us the End O' the Year picnic had to be rescheduled because of some church event. And me, just having requested a reservation from the city at a nearby park since our playfield is going to be a construction zone by then.
But we came up with an alternate date and I was able to secure time from the city so that's all good. Then we spent another hour or so talking about next year's schedule and lots of other stuff so we can hit the ground running. Always a good thing when you have to raise $10,000 in 8 months.
Then it was home to clean and write letters and clean up some sort of unidentifiable substance that had been deposited on the family room floor by an unknown pet. Love that.
Last night The Spouse and I finished our annual May Day viewing of "Reds". Love that movie. It explores some very interesting ideas regarding the subject of revolution, that's for sure. But man, it's long.
And now it's time to go get The Child and my other little riders, an hour earlier than expected. But that's ok because it will give us more time for our new favorite game, a little thing we like to call "Puppyball". The Child is working on her baseball fielding skills (which are rather impressive, though I say it) so we've been playing catch in the afternoon. The Dog seems to think he's involved and runs back and forth between us, hoping for a dropped ball. As soon as that happens he pounces and runs away with it. We pick up the volleyball and start bumping it, which makes him drop the baseball and start racing between us in hopes we'll drop the big one. Which we do, intentionally, so that he can jump on it and start chewing while we retrieve the baseball, which then becomes known as the spit ball. And so it goes. He loves it and so do we.
It's been beautiful here the last few days. I have little teeny tiny baby lettuces coming up. Yay.
Gotta run. But here's another take on the concept of revolution, just for fun. (Sorry, Rosie).
Wasn't supposed to have a meeting this morning but then one board member who's been MIA the last couple of weeks showed up and then we found out that no one told us the End O' the Year picnic had to be rescheduled because of some church event. And me, just having requested a reservation from the city at a nearby park since our playfield is going to be a construction zone by then.
But we came up with an alternate date and I was able to secure time from the city so that's all good. Then we spent another hour or so talking about next year's schedule and lots of other stuff so we can hit the ground running. Always a good thing when you have to raise $10,000 in 8 months.
Then it was home to clean and write letters and clean up some sort of unidentifiable substance that had been deposited on the family room floor by an unknown pet. Love that.
Last night The Spouse and I finished our annual May Day viewing of "Reds". Love that movie. It explores some very interesting ideas regarding the subject of revolution, that's for sure. But man, it's long.
And now it's time to go get The Child and my other little riders, an hour earlier than expected. But that's ok because it will give us more time for our new favorite game, a little thing we like to call "Puppyball". The Child is working on her baseball fielding skills (which are rather impressive, though I say it) so we've been playing catch in the afternoon. The Dog seems to think he's involved and runs back and forth between us, hoping for a dropped ball. As soon as that happens he pounces and runs away with it. We pick up the volleyball and start bumping it, which makes him drop the baseball and start racing between us in hopes we'll drop the big one. Which we do, intentionally, so that he can jump on it and start chewing while we retrieve the baseball, which then becomes known as the spit ball. And so it goes. He loves it and so do we.
It's been beautiful here the last few days. I have little teeny tiny baby lettuces coming up. Yay.
Gotta run. But here's another take on the concept of revolution, just for fun. (Sorry, Rosie).
Labels: garden things, meetings, musical types, Puppyball, revolution
cobbled together by Moi at 2:34 PM
6 Comments:
I can safely say that my dog is not responsible this time.
The picture is nice...Violet loves to play ball too!...she finally "get's" the drop command!!!
Have A Wonderful Mother's Day...I wanted to be the first to tell you!!!
Nayb, yeah, unless he's learned how to teleport his dookie, you're in the clear.
Thanks, Rosie! Mission accomplished!
Puppyball!..I love the whole concept. :)
..sorta reminds me of my carnival days as a cat juggler..
Puppyball with Portia involves throwing Squeaky Ball on the roof, letting it roll down, and Portia catching it in her mouth.
Puppyball rocks!
george is my favorite.
john needs a haircut- i'm with the queen on that one.
oh paul.
ringo's nose is huge.
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