I always forget how crazed it is to hook my train to the Beavis and Butthead Experience that is two teenaged boys. My sides hurt from laughing and I am disorganized and behind schedule.
Evan and I played games; I won at chess and lost humiliatingly at Connect 4. I love to lose, assuming I lost to a superior player, and not because I was suffering from dementia. Losing means I’m playing a badass, which is ideal by any measure. Both of the boys kill at Connect 4; at Monopoly, Scrabble, and chess I reign supreme. I dream of the day I become close to someone who can slaughter me on the chess board. Bria can beat me at Scrabble, at least. It’s awesome to have to really work for a win against her. My mother and she and I used to have fierce pitched battles, with scores sometimes reaching the 400s. Good times.
St. Louis friends and beaders: I am getting a group together to go to The Bead Place in Fairview Heights, Illinois on Friday night. We are meeting up down by Wash U and carpooling Across The River and to Grandmother’s House for their free Bead Party Night, or whatever they call it. Peyote stitch is on the menu, and I’m bringing triangles. If you would like to join us, please email me. We’ll be home by 10:30, and it will be lots of fun.
It was stunningly hot today; the Midwest is in another “heat bubble;” I think we hit 102 today. I succeeded in mostly staying inside, but I did make it to the Farmer’s Market, and to ferry the boys back and forth to swim camp.
Many of the large, lovely weeds in the garden are gone (well, not really gone, but hacked down, which is half the battle) because the yard guys just spontaneously showed up. Maybe their ears were burning. Now the Round Up comes in; I must slay the plants I lovingly tended, because they are eating the house down. And so it goes.