There is nothing like a good party to really stir up a bunch of good energy and memories. It’s also handy for cleaning up and getting things done around the house that you’ve been meaning to do for a while. We had a party last weekend and cleaned the barn, mowed the yard, painted the bathroom, took a load of stuff to goodwill, and made a lot of food. We also got to see a lot of old friends and some new ones and visit and play together. It’s particularly rewarding to see the many kids we know and love as they grow and change from season to season. We ate potluck, played whiffle ball, had homemade ice cream sandwiches, (thanks Anna!), and finished the day off with a quick trip to the beach, and then a houseful of guests overnight. We drank a bottle of Dom that night to celebrate Tim’s recent sale of the magazine, and as I wandered around the house with a flute in my hand looking for Cortaid for 3 year old Kate’s sore bottom, I was aware of my life feeling particularly full and satisfying. I sat on the kitchen floor gossiping and telling stories with Tim’s cousin Sonja late into the evening. Or at least it felt late after that day. I really appreciate the infusion of joy and fun that came with that gathering though, and it was a perfect end celebration to what has been a near perfect and beautiful summer.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Summer Party
There is nothing like a good party to really stir up a bunch of good energy and memories. It’s also handy for cleaning up and getting things done around the house that you’ve been meaning to do for a while. We had a party last weekend and cleaned the barn, mowed the yard, painted the bathroom, took a load of stuff to goodwill, and made a lot of food. We also got to see a lot of old friends and some new ones and visit and play together. It’s particularly rewarding to see the many kids we know and love as they grow and change from season to season. We ate potluck, played whiffle ball, had homemade ice cream sandwiches, (thanks Anna!), and finished the day off with a quick trip to the beach, and then a houseful of guests overnight. We drank a bottle of Dom that night to celebrate Tim’s recent sale of the magazine, and as I wandered around the house with a flute in my hand looking for Cortaid for 3 year old Kate’s sore bottom, I was aware of my life feeling particularly full and satisfying. I sat on the kitchen floor gossiping and telling stories with Tim’s cousin Sonja late into the evening. Or at least it felt late after that day. I really appreciate the infusion of joy and fun that came with that gathering though, and it was a perfect end celebration to what has been a near perfect and beautiful summer.
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