Poor Drew got scheduled to work in the morning today, and will not be able to go to church with me. And today is the church picnic at Eastman Durand Park! We have both been looking forward to this time of fellowship and fun.I decided to bring a whole watermelon which I have carefully packed in ice in my red ice chest. That melon is huge! I suspect it will feed Coxey's Army.
It is a beautiful day for a picnic - the sky is blue, the air a comfy temperature, the lake shimmering in the sun. The drive along the lakeshore is pleasant. People are boating and walking about and sitting on the grass and walking dogs and children. The feel of summer is very much evident.
I locate the shelter where we are meeting and park in the shade. Someone helps me cart the heavy watermelon up to the dessert table. We will cut it when the people are ready to eat melon. I sit and chat with friends and new acquaintances while we wait for everyone to arrive. No one is in a hurry. At last the food is blessed and the line forms to fill plates.
This is always an iffy proposition for me. I sort through the dishes to see if there is anything I can eat without compromising my well being. Yes, there are some things. I giggle to myself as I compare my sparsely filled plate with those around me overflowing with goodies. You would think I would lose weight on such a restricted diet, but I don't.
Still, the conversation is filling. I enjoy watching the intergenerational games being played. You have to really coax us adults to get in there, but the kids jump right into the thick of things. There is even an easter egg hunt! I love to hear the laughter and squeals of delight. Even the dog got into the swing of things.
Before I realize, it is time to go pick up Drew from work. I have had a wonderful afternoon and will share all the fun with Drew. It was just like having a family BBQ in the back yard. Just with a big yard and lots of family.
It is a beautiful day for a picnic - the sky is blue, the air a comfy temperature, the lake shimmering in the sun. The drive along the lakeshore is pleasant. People are boating and walking about and sitting on the grass and walking dogs and children. The feel of summer is very much evident.
I locate the shelter where we are meeting and park in the shade. Someone helps me cart the heavy watermelon up to the dessert table. We will cut it when the people are ready to eat melon. I sit and chat with friends and new acquaintances while we wait for everyone to arrive. No one is in a hurry. At last the food is blessed and the line forms to fill plates.
This is always an iffy proposition for me. I sort through the dishes to see if there is anything I can eat without compromising my well being. Yes, there are some things. I giggle to myself as I compare my sparsely filled plate with those around me overflowing with goodies. You would think I would lose weight on such a restricted diet, but I don't.
Still, the conversation is filling. I enjoy watching the intergenerational games being played. You have to really coax us adults to get in there, but the kids jump right into the thick of things. There is even an easter egg hunt! I love to hear the laughter and squeals of delight. Even the dog got into the swing of things.
Before I realize, it is time to go pick up Drew from work. I have had a wonderful afternoon and will share all the fun with Drew. It was just like having a family BBQ in the back yard. Just with a big yard and lots of family.
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