games

The weather has been a crazy bi-polar thing these days. The air is so thick with humidity that I feel like I could make a snow-angel in its thickness. The blues lose their brilliance in the sky and a muddy, grayish haze takes over.
There was, however a brief spell this past week/weekend when the thick haze slipped down from its lofty perch and freed this country-side to breath a little more easily. On one such evening, we propped up some lawn chairs across the parking lot to watch Norlan and company play bad-mitten. Some of us propped our feet up to watch while others of us picked a side of the net and dove into the multi-birdied game. Genesis joined in for a swat or two and then continued a progressive march around the net, turning the racket upside-down so that the handle could serve as her imaginary microphone. A little girl slightly younger than her followed with the racket held at an angle like a little guitar.
The game was just the right amount of "serious." It began with a completely un-tallied exchange: multiple birdies bounced from side to side then plunged into the grass at our feet. One person would lunge after one birdie while another swatted at yet another. You could call it warm-up I suppose.
Once the real game began I came to the un-surprising conclusion that, while I have quite a bit of ambition, I have very little ability when it comes to the game of bad-mitten. Even so, it was a splendid way to enjoy the first cool evening in awhile.

The coolness lasted the next few evenings: just long enough to create the perfect setting for Millersburg's fireworks.

I don't mean to make anyone jealous...but I had the perfect spot to watch the fireworks from. It's actually a location that's become quite a little haven for me. The middle-level kitchen window opens right up to the gentle-y sloping roof above the back porch where I can sit for long spells watching the sun set over the church roof or, in this case, watch bursts of color explode over Millersburg with delayed cracks and bangs.

I may just make a tradition out of it: rooftop fireworks