Summer: Sat. 7/11 (NH)
Rain was forecasted all day today, so in the morning we set out to run some errands. We went to Walmart for a few things, and then Andrew ran into the grocery store to get some lobsters for dinner. While he shopped for food, the girls and I went into Michaels, and they each picked a rainy day craft, a Plush Craft animal. They've done these before and really like them. This was our first time in a Michaels since March, maybe February.
It never did rain, but there were crazy strong winds. While the girls were upstairs working on their crafts, Andrew and I were sitting at the kitchen table and heard a loud crack and crash in the woods at the top of the field behind the barn. A tree--or trees--definitely fell. We'll investigate tomorrow.
The kids went outside to play eventually, and I tethered Farrah outside too. Andrew and I continued sitting at the kitchen table, Assessing Our Life, and then another huge gust of wind came and I saw the beach canopy our cousins had left up suddenly take flight--hurling off the ground and right in the direction of where Farrah was. I screamed and ran outside, shouting her name, and we found her at the side of the house, cowering. Poor baby. The canopy didn't hit her, but it could have. She seemed traumatized. She stayed under the kitchen table after that, and then rested on our bed, which she never does unless we're up there with her. But by dinnertime she seemed her normal self.
The girls and Andrew took a pre-dinner swim in the pond (I sat with Farrah; we did not make her go in the pond today, obvs). Then the girls and Andrew cracked the lobsters from earlier to make lobster rolls, and I made potato salad. We try to have a lobster dinner here each summer. It did not disappoint.
The pictures with this post tonight are like little glimpses into the future, of much older girls. They keep taking these B&W photos, and most of them are just silly, but sometimes there's an expression on their faces that just seems to project several years into the future. I don't like that one bit.
It never did rain, but there were crazy strong winds. While the girls were upstairs working on their crafts, Andrew and I were sitting at the kitchen table and heard a loud crack and crash in the woods at the top of the field behind the barn. A tree--or trees--definitely fell. We'll investigate tomorrow.
The kids went outside to play eventually, and I tethered Farrah outside too. Andrew and I continued sitting at the kitchen table, Assessing Our Life, and then another huge gust of wind came and I saw the beach canopy our cousins had left up suddenly take flight--hurling off the ground and right in the direction of where Farrah was. I screamed and ran outside, shouting her name, and we found her at the side of the house, cowering. Poor baby. The canopy didn't hit her, but it could have. She seemed traumatized. She stayed under the kitchen table after that, and then rested on our bed, which she never does unless we're up there with her. But by dinnertime she seemed her normal self.
The girls and Andrew took a pre-dinner swim in the pond (I sat with Farrah; we did not make her go in the pond today, obvs). Then the girls and Andrew cracked the lobsters from earlier to make lobster rolls, and I made potato salad. We try to have a lobster dinner here each summer. It did not disappoint.
The pictures with this post tonight are like little glimpses into the future, of much older girls. They keep taking these B&W photos, and most of them are just silly, but sometimes there's an expression on their faces that just seems to project several years into the future. I don't like that one bit.
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