The children playing a board game on the deck on a beautiful summer afternoon while I work … can you imagine anything more idyllic? Well, maybe if there was a rainbow arcing over their heads or if the Eiffel Tower loomed in the background. A big platter of sushi wouldn’t hurt either. Even without the extras, it wasn’t actually as perfect as it looks. Fighter jets were flying overhead which I’m pretty sure caused some permanent hearing loss. Chloe was still reeling from the disappointment of failing her drivers road test earlier in the day. Spencer was contesting the rules, insisting “they’re open to interpretation” and shortly after this photo, he threw the lid of the game box onto the playing area and messed up all the cards. After the shouts and accusations were over, they cleaned up the game and started playing Life. All was good for about five minutes until the above scenario repeated itself. Spencer apologized, but I question the sincerity. Shortly after, this conversation took place:
Neve: Spencer always wrecks the game in the middle of playing it.
Spencer: I do. I’m a sore loser. Never be like me.
Back to Chloe’s road test: it took place in Selkirk because there were no appointments available in Winnipeg when we booked it. I thought maybe a small town would be an advantage, but that was countered by the unfamiliarity with the town. This is the part where I defend my child … turns out there’s a sneaky spot where a two-way street changes to a one-way and even though Chloe was going the right way, she attempted to make a left turn from the centre lane instead of the far left. Apparently that’s a bad thing. We drove there later and I also didn’t immediately realize it was suddenly a one-way. I think the tester was being tricky on purpose and I choose to blame him and his shady behavior rather than my perfect little girl. On the positive side, her parallel parking was perfect on the first try. She was quite sad about not passing, but I told her it builds character. Hopefully no further character development is necessary and she will pass next time.
In other big news, it’s my sister’s 50th birthday today (she's the one on the left in case it's difficult to distinguish her from the 17 & 20 year olds). She’s been a hard act to follow because she’s talented at so many things: from sewing and cooking to slalom waterskiing and jumping off cliffs. I can’t even compete. She is generous and compassionate and smart and beautiful. She’s an awesome sister who has been there for me every step of the way and I’d be lost without her. (I’m trying to not wait to write nice things about people until after they die). Happy birthday, Jan!
The kids have now moved on to gambling with Life money. I can’t see that being a success. I'm not sure if the lesson here is to learn to appreciate the brief seconds of time where everything is ideal, or to learn to enjoy with the less perfect parts as well. I'm not going to waste any more precious summer hours trying to figure it out.