08 July 2007

Now is the summer of our discontent...

Noble motivations aside, the Things right now are the crabbiest little bunch of Bickersons I have ever seen. Unfortunately, that behavior is contagious, so Mama's cranked up, too. I assume this will pass with the heat, but only time will tell.
Our 4th was fun. Saw friends, enjoyed works, and rolled down a hill. Every grownup should do that once in a while to remember what it's like (ONCE in a while; twice made me want to hurl.) We also had large fun with a projector, A PS2, and a game of Guitar Hero.
Thing 4 turned 4 this week. He's all boy right now; baby's all gone.
Yesterday I packed the grouchy kids into a vehicle with broken AC, and trekked halfway into the next county to witness the baptism of the new nephew. Cute as a bug. It was a bluegrass service, which apparently means country music with a banjo and a harmonica, because it didn't sound like bluegrass to me until they put down the instruments and sang some a capela stuff. Nice, but just not quite there. Picky me. Afterward, it was off to the in-laws house to enjoy some supper and visiting until the sun went far enough down that I didn't have to drive into the glare. On the way home, one of the small towns in between was having its fireworks display for the local festival, and it gave the kids something to watch for a good 20 miles.
Now it's off to church. Hopefully it'll cheer some of us up.

3 comments:

MamaMichelsBabies said...

This heat has all of mine cranky to, enough so that I am doubting either my sanity or theirs. Yuck. It's storming here right now, hopefully that will cool it down, as well as tempers.

Now I will ask, what exactly does bluegrass consist of? Bangos and harmonicas would have been my guess....

Gette said...

There's a certain soul to it that these fellas couldn't quite hit. It's a plaintive sort of sound. Dunno for sure. Kinda like the age old definition of porn: I know it when I see it. In this case, hear.

nora said...

Okay, I know what bluegrass is, but what is a bluegrass baptism?

I'm picturing something from the film "O Brother Where Art Thou". George Clooney holding the child in the river with Ralph Stanley playing in the background.
That vision is not very churchy, maybe its that my usual thoughts about George are not very holy...