We all slept in after coming home late last night from the fireworks and this morning started promisingly calm.
Since Nicholas is working as a lifeguard this summer at the Yacht Club, he was gone for most of the day, and the younger ones kept themselves busy weeding the garden and drawing their comic books. But as usual the peace was too good to last and the fighting started. And it wasn’t even lunchtime yet! There is always a protest of whose fault it is but I find the best strategy is to just keep saying “I am not interested in who did what” and send each one to his or her room. It can get pretty tiresome doing this all day but it sure beats having to referee pointless squabbles. Besides, after 10 minutes, they are allowed back out and they don’t even remember what they were fighting about!
I worked most of the afternoon while watching Spain beat Chile (David Villa was my early pick to win the Golden boot and it looks like he is really headed that way). I am forever grateful that here in Canada we get the BBC feed with the lovely dry British commentary as opposed to ESPN in the States and their horribly annoying commentators who just never stop talking and who don’t believe in moments of silence but instead rattle off countless stats about players instead of describing the action. In particular one of them, Tommy Smythe who must be 98 years old by now, has exactly one word in his vocabulary – “brilliant”.
I love when i don’t have to cook and because I made 2 suppers yesterday we only had to heat one up. Then I took Alec to his soccer practice. It’s tough having that on Friday evenings and we have missed quite a few due to graduations (high school and pre-school!). But we were able to make it tonight and it was so beautiful outside, dry and cool. I could have sat on those bleachers for hours.
Alec has so much energy that it is great fun watching him. What he lacks in skill or speed he makes up for in intensity and physicality. I’d like it if he did pick up more technique and skill only because he works so hard I’d love for him to be rewarded by it.
