And they are tromping around the boards using their collection of LOL Dolls. I’m not sure it’ll withstand the level of punishment that they dole out. But what a good excuse to build new ones if the bash and beat my current one beyond repair. Not that I want to see four hundred dollars worth of static grasses, tufts, trees and miniature flowers, rocks, stones, tree barks and sculpt a mould, and paper mache, and three types of foam not to mention the two to three months I spent, painting, modeling and building it all. I made a small dock and a water/beach area, open plains, mountains and a grid plateau where I have ancient ruins of a temple. There is an underground cave network, and a road, road signs, ladders and a marsh too. I hope it survives, as we haven’t gotten around to playing any D&D games with it yet. I usually have it left as a diorama of a battle/fight.
I keep meaning to reread my books and create a campaign that my young kids can enjoy, but I have been distracted by home DIY projects, sculpting, guitar, model building and making furniture as of late. Plus throw in paid day job and parental commitments and my D&D dreams of family conquests of far away lands has laid dormant for quite some time. Could be worse.
We are back to Monday, and a good amount of rain has fallen since late last night. I do hope, nay – pray that all this rain finds it’s way to the farm. They had a full inch of rain last week, but more during the month of July is always welcome. A steady drizzle over days that soaks into the ground rather than a massive singular downpour that runs off into the creek/river is preferable. But at this point, rain is rain. France is bacon. As it were.
Not a whole lot of domestic duties will be accomplished on this Monday, nor any Monday in the next seven weeks. I need an empty house in order to get a worthwhile cleaning session in. Not to say we aren’t cleaning up after ourselves. But a touch of a lackadaisical approach to the floors has entered the chat, if you know what I mean. Laundry, dishes, food prep surfaces are unaffected by the kids 24/7 presence. But the floors? Hoo boy, not their proudest moment. Cabinets ate looking shabby from a plethora of grubby hands touching them constantly. Blood and food has found it’s way back onto the hallway walls – again. This is why the first week of school is spent decluttering and cleaning the house from top to bottom. My kids spent nine weeks getting grime over every surface imaginable. Chocolate milk spatter on the ceiling? Check. Blood streak on the hallway base board? Check. Face imprints of both sides of every glass door or window? Check. Takes several hard working days to get rid of it all once I have them both back in school come September.
I am trying very, very hard to not get mad or have an outburst regarding the current state of our home. But it’s always there, just under the surface. Itching to throw away any and or all items left on the floor after weeks of requests to tidy up after themselves. I did build a series of large toy boxes for this exact reason. So I wouldn’t step on anything sharp every single god damn day. But growth, exploration and experimentation are key building blocks for well rounded youth. Just wish a healthy dose of tidying the fuck up, was as important to them, as making a huge fuctangular mess of my living room floor. But I digress.
This weekend we visited the Mediterranean festival in town and enjoyed some funnel cake and ice cream. Not going go lie, had hoped to find that Fish Taco food truck that swings by once in a while that makes fantastic – well, Fish Tacos. Squeeze of lemon juice on top, fresh from the batter and fryer. So good. Was sad to not see it. The whole thing was a Fusion event, with lots of Greek cultural stuff to explore. Smelled so good down at Memorial Park on Saturday.
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