Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Breakfast of Champions
The lilacs have passed their prime, so Columbines have taken over my table--I always have cut flowers while they're blooming.
Team Testosterone slept until 7:50 this morning, so I got to read a bunch of blogs and make coffee--in fact, I was in the middle of my second powdered sugar cake donut when I heard a door open. I leapt up from the computer, and shoved my face full. It turned out I had to punch myself in the sternum several times while choking on the half donut I'd stuffed in my mouth. I hid my powdery white lips and recovered in time to meet Mr. G around the corner. (What? There were two donuts left...I have three sons, somebody was going to either get left out or beat up over it--I'm a peace keeper if nothing else...)
Mr. T & Mr. B got washed, fed, clothed and shunted off to 2 hours of soccer camp. Mr. G helped me pick strawberries and we topped off our breakfast (theirs--Cheerios, mine--donuts) sitting on the front porch. Mm-mm-good.
If you've been watching the news, you've seen Lake Delton is gone. I've got a dear friend who lives down there--and her family owns a B&B in the area. I've been on Lake Delton loads of times--from childhood up until now--I've seen the Tommy Bartlett Ski Show, ridden the Wisconsin Ducks, taken boat rides and admired the cottages and condos lining the shores of our fair state's great getaway. It makes me sad for the people whose lives have depended on that lake for decades. It makes me sad for the people who have good memories of times spent on the lake. Hard to imagine an entire lake gone, just like that. I wonder if they'll ever be able to return the area to it's former glory, or if it'll become something entirely different.
And speaking of natural disasters--Team Testosterone is great about peeing alfresco, in fact I think it's because they do that their aim is so lacking. They may be banned permanently from the house...there aren't enough Lysol wipes to keep up with their splatter.