I took the kids to the pool again tonight, and made another stab at the jump shot. Did a little better this time:
This is one of my favourite ways to spend time in the summer - sitting by the pool deck, book in hand, looking up every now and again to count heads, and just steeping in the atmosphere. The kids in the pool are all splashing, calling, yelling, and laughing. The lifeguards, all sun-bronzed skin and sun-bleached hair, take turns plugging their reggae-filled iPods into a huge portable stereo. On the other side of the chain link fence I lean against, swing chains squeak and children run through gravel. Together, there is nothing more soothing: the happy, dreamy, endless noise of summer for me.
Today, I left "I Capture the Castle" at home and instead worked on the gansey vest.
And here is my Dad, who walked in to my kitchen as I was making him dinner last week, and took me literally when I suggested he grab an apron and make himself useful. He chose my daughter's Frosted Cupcake apron, and made himself useful by being hilarious in a number of kitcheny scenes and poses.
This is a complete fake. The only thing he is looking for in the fridge is a photo-op.
Dad is stirring a big bowl of nothing, so fast that his hand is blurry. AWESOME.