The Fun

Tired of waiting for friends to arrive, #1 son utters words never before spoken, "Give me jobs." He cuts up strawberries, fills the bird feeders, takes out the trash. He goes into his room to clean up and emerges later in costume, ready to welcome guests. Finally our Friday fete begins. Boys run about with walkie talkies. Croquet is played. Teens lounge in the living room. Grown humans crowd onto the deck to discuss ingenious ways of dealing with the mandated moment of silence. Another summer day has been spent well. We won't be having any regrets once s****l begins.