Mr. Schrock: "So what are you going to do?" (Now that you've tried knocking on another door in the writing world and it still wouldn't open?)
Me: "Next week, I plan to retreat into anonymity again. That's what I have (scheduled) on my phone."
Mr. Schrock: Chortling out loud 'cause he knows I won't do it.
Man, I love it when I can gouge a laugh out of that guy.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
PVC pipe and party prep
We've been preparing for days, here on the reservation, for the big Fourth of July blowout that will be held here on Friday. We're combining what is becoming an annual event with Gabriel's birthday party.
Here is some of the effort that has already gone into the upcoming bash.
Three boy cousins came over the other Friday to help two of mine build just what every boy dreams of and aspires to have - a bottle rocket launcher. The exact ingredients of their invention will be revealed later, likely in a column somewhere. I had to laugh out loud when I saw what they'd concocted, and from the ker-pows I heard coming from the back yard, they've already tested it and found it worthy.
Then, before the cousins hit the road, they piled onto the tramp for a couple rounds of Dead Man. It was like a batch of hot worms, arms and legs flying every direction, squirming and wiggling with evasive maneuvers.
I love it.
The other thing we've done to get ready is to give those doughnuts I mentioned earlier (the ones that Mom and Dad made when they were here camping) a trial run. I heated oil on the stove, poked holes in Meijer brand buttermilk biscuits, fried them, and then rolled them in sugar. I wanted to make sure it would work for me before I make them for the Schrocks on Friday night.
The reports were instantaneous - it worked like a charm! So now I can proceed with all confidence.
I have a hunch this could become part of the annual tradition.
Cheerio, and kaboom!
The Squaw
Here is some of the effort that has already gone into the upcoming bash.
Three boy cousins came over the other Friday to help two of mine build just what every boy dreams of and aspires to have - a bottle rocket launcher. The exact ingredients of their invention will be revealed later, likely in a column somewhere. I had to laugh out loud when I saw what they'd concocted, and from the ker-pows I heard coming from the back yard, they've already tested it and found it worthy.
Then, before the cousins hit the road, they piled onto the tramp for a couple rounds of Dead Man. It was like a batch of hot worms, arms and legs flying every direction, squirming and wiggling with evasive maneuvers.
I love it.
The other thing we've done to get ready is to give those doughnuts I mentioned earlier (the ones that Mom and Dad made when they were here camping) a trial run. I heated oil on the stove, poked holes in Meijer brand buttermilk biscuits, fried them, and then rolled them in sugar. I wanted to make sure it would work for me before I make them for the Schrocks on Friday night.
The reports were instantaneous - it worked like a charm! So now I can proceed with all confidence.
I have a hunch this could become part of the annual tradition.
Cheerio, and kaboom!
The Squaw
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