The community centre where we normally hold our church service was hosting a watercolour exhibit, so we met for morning tea and sunshine at one of our friends’ homes. One of the highlights of the mornings was taking a look at the kids’ playhouse – the previous own had built something which easily could have housed a small studio or potting shed. It even included a tiny loft, which I promptly investigated by clambering up the ladder.
My friend Cheryl invited along to see the horses again. We decided to go for a short ride, more to re-accustom the horses to being ridden again. Between the winter and moving and some eye operations, they haven’t been able to get there much in the past month or so. We were rapt that the horses behaved well, and there were no bruises to report. A mozzie still found me – I suspect Cheryl likes me to come along as mozzies tend to prefer me to whomever I’m with.
Andrew spent the day enjoying radio wave propagation during the contest that ran this weekend. He managed to speak to places such as Russia, Rhode Island and California. We then spent a quiet evening…at least until the loud bang. I missed the evening’s highlight of one of Andrew’s miniature footy balls exploding and sailing up and over the telly of its own accord, from a stationary position on the bottom curio shelf.
He’d re-pumped both balls yesterday, as they’d gone flat. From the kitchen, it sounded like a champagne cork popping. Apparently it sounded much louder than that in the lounge. Poor Andrew’s ears hurt quite a bit, but I couldn’t stop laughing. At least until I remembered there is still a second, re-inflated ball on the shelf in the entryway. I think I'll put earplugs in tonight.
