In the cool of the evening

Red light, green light
as the shades of night creep across the lawn..

This evening, Grandmother Joan Turnbull was over giving the kids supper and having playtime with them.

Richard and Miranda were cleaning up after another flood.

They have had so many floods that they no longer try to ascribe guilt to any party, though this time Richard says it was him who forgot to turn off the water from a slow drip he had on it to the lawn.

At any rate, I slipped over to dinner, which I never would do if I had remembered that it was Joan's night with the kids.

After I had finished eating, I played "Here to Slay" with Michael and Joan went outside to watch the girls ride their bikes up and down the street.

I am  not good with modern board games, but Michael is so young that I can get him to play both his hand and then help me with my hand, so that is satisfying for me.

Simon says, "Turn around."
Fun to watch Betty's hair fly in the wind.
Observe Alice's feet.  Is she headed east or west?

When the shade finally began to cross my yard, we went outside where the girls plays on the swings and the two grandmothers had Michael say everything he wanted to say.

Then all of them wanted to play on the lawn with the grandmothers.

Play is not good for me if I need a cane to stabilize me, so I watched and Joan played What Time is it Mr. Wolf, and Red Light, Green Light.

A grand evening was had by all.

Arta