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fun in threes, sometimes fours

First Check

The Girl recently began working at Culver’s, which is a restaurant we’ve passed on a busy road a number of times but which we’ve never given a thought to. We really didn’t even know the type of food they serve. So we were in the dark as much as the Girl.

She’s worked a few short shifts now, and today, she picked up an extra shift through the app the company uses for scheduling employees. Workers can request coverage for unexpected time they want off, and others can pick up that coverage for extra hours. So she went in to work from 4:00 to 8:30 today.

Today, she got her first check.

First Friday

The first Friday of this July — we began with a trip to the local pharmacy to get L’s second dose of the covid vaccine. We picked up a couple of suckers while we waited, returning home to find K and E playing Wojna in the kitchen. The Boy won.

In the afternoon, we went to the pool, which to our surprise was completely empty. When we went to Nana’s and Papa’s condo complex’s pool, this was often the case. The pool we joined this year, though, has been crowded every single time we went — except today.

The Girl originally went with the intention of just reading, so she didn’t take her swimsuit. Then she changed her mind. A fourteen-year-old can just tie a knot in her shirt and dive in.

After swimming, the Girl lost the call for shotgun. The Boy has only been able to ride in the front for a little while, and he’s still more comfortable in the back due to habit. But calling shotgun — what’s not to love about that?

 

Thursday

A day of working, a bit of riding, some pressure washing.

Unremarkable Thursday.

Busy Wednesday

The morning was all about blueberries. We’re drowning in them. We’ve never had anything close to this amount of berries. The birds have left them alone, and although a heavy rainstorm knocked off a substantial number of young berries/blossoms a few weeks ago, we still have so many berries we don’t know what to do with them. We’ve eaten them by the handful, given them to friends, put them in cereal, frozen them, and today, made preserves. (What about cobblers? Well, our oven is currently out of commission — talk about bad timing.)

So while K and the Boy worked on preserves today, I went out and picked a few more berries.

We’re right back where we started from. Except that we have a few jars of preserves now.

 

Back to Normal

“I miss Myrtle Beach” was a common refrain today from the Boy. Even though we had (as the kids called it) a crusty hotel, we all enjoyed our time there. Well, the kids enjoyed being there; I enjoyed being with the kids, watching the kids have fun.

Today, we went back to reality, though. Orthodontist appointment, volleyball, swim team. And we cleaned up one of the cars — mine, because it was the most immediately dirty. We’ll get K’s tomorrow.

In the meantime, while we had the pressure washer out, we left a little message in the driveway.

Myrtle Beach 4

Back at home, I finally got a chance to download images from the X100. I used my phone for most pictures (even though I always insisted I would never do that), but a few times I pulled out the little digital rangefinder.

Myrtle Beach 3.2

Myrtle Beach 3

Myrtle Beach 2.2

Myrtle Beach 2

When we woke up this morning, it was raining. It’s bad enough that it’s raining when you’re at the beach; it’s even worse when you’re at the beach saying in what the children have come to call a “crusty hotel.”I suppose that’s What you get when you try to save a little money. Because even if you save money one way you’re going to pay for another. Still there is a right side to staying in this crusty hotel: it makes us stay away from it.

So in the morning we head to an aquarium.

In the afternoon when it clears up, we go to the beach.

And in the evening, the SkyWheel.