She said, “I need to paint the irises before they are gone,” and she did.
Mark joined her and did another “Study in Red” (his favorite color).
Plein air painting is all about the moment.
Before you read on, here are some helpful definitions:
o-rama: a greater-than-usual number, volume, or variety of a specified thing: used to form commercial names and other words for events and displays. (Dictionary.com)
Dutch Oven Dump Cake: 3 ingredients. 45 minutes. Bliss. (7-up, cherry pie filling, chocolate cake mix)
Council: Boy Scouts are organized in geographic areas called Councils. There are 2 Councils in Arizona: Grand Canyon and Catalina; we are a part of Catalina Council.
Today we went to the Catalina Council Scout-o-Rama. Our Pack did a booth on cooking. We had 4 Dutch ovens going at one time and we cooked biscuits on sticks. The hit was the dump cake.
Daniel raced his District-winning car and won 3rd place in the Council. The trophy is 2 1/2 feet tall. New centerpiece? Coat stand?
The little boys had some good times, too.
There were rockets to launch…
Trees to climb…
and cars to race.
Paige was there and made it to the top of the rock climbing wall (seen behind the red car above).
I smell like a campfire, but it was worth it.
Can it be that Paige has been dancing for 7 1/2 years and dance competition is something new to us?
Yes, it can.
Paige was in a dance competition on Saturday. Everything had to be altered: Costume, eye lashes, and hair. I altered some costumes and helped put on fake eyelashes behind stage.
She danced in a tall hotel in Phoenix where no food was allowed and $4 candy bars were sold for those desperate and rich enough. I watched 3 1/2 of hours of dance as I waited for Paige’s numbers. The music beat directly through important neural pathways, leaving me exhausted and weak. I suffered a great deal. I can’t imagine what Paige must have been going through.
Well, the dance team lifted Paige high above their heads and flipped her as planned and she was graceful and she was beautiful. They won second and third place in their division.
I expected to be exposed to Stage Mothers. This put me in great fear. I was so nervous I bought a new purse for courage (and I’m not a purse kind of girl). I walked in confidently with my new bag and a spring blouse, only to be met with
Bedazzled t-shirts.
Mothers weren’t sporting purses! They were sporting “Elite Ballerina Mom” or “Dance Mom” in bling all over their chests. This is not me! I said in my loudest, completely silent voice. Please don’t let this be my fate! I don’t want to be a Stage Mom. No! No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
And then I calmed down. I may not have bling, but I’m the kind of Stage Mom who tells her daughter, “Dance for yourself and your Heavenly Father and find joy. I’ll pray for you!” And, when it’s all over, I’m the Stage Mom who tries to tell everyone they were beautiful. I’m also the kind of Stage Mother who WILL henceforth sneak in snacks (in my spacious new purse). Let’s hope it’s a long time until another competition comes our way.
I love the ingenuity that Daniel brings to outdoor play. The lizard in the background is not real, but there are many small lizards in our yard. They provide a lot of entertainment as we try to catch them.
It takes two years for an iris to blossom after you transplant. These were a gift from a good friend. A few weeks ago I had a dream that my irises were blossoming ( I also dreamed that Barbra Streisand was my nosy neighbor, looking over the fence at me as I swung around from a vine like Tarzan’s Jane). Today my dream is coming true. The iris part, that is.
Have you been watching The Owl Box? Some folks in San Marcos, CA have placed an owl box in their yard and some owls have nested there. They have a camera on the nest and several eggs have hatched. There is an egg about ready to hatch. It’s like The Truman Show with owls.