Watermelon Bowling
Today was Mother's Day, and it was perfect. The weather was balmy, the sky clear blue, it was gorgeous. Our plans were for a special family picnic at the Triadelphia Reservoir, followed by a little fishing for the guys and the grandkids. Couldn't have been a nicer day. Great food, good company, and a beautiful setting. Everyone had a terrific day.
Well, it didn't start out quite that way. Jim and I were running a little late, but after a few false starts for forgotten bottled water, book, and cell phone, we were off. Only about 15 minutes behind schedule. Not bad. After traveling about 4 miles, I began absently thinking about picking up the KFC on our way, and I realized - "WE FORGOT THE FOOD!"
He: "What food?"
She: "The veggie tray and the watermelon!"
U-turn, 4 miles back to the house, open the garage door, rush inside, open the fridge, retrieve the wholesale club mega-veggies in one hand, the soccer ball sized watermelon in the other hand, and troop back to the truck. Truck door had closed. A third hand would be nice. Since the veggies were more cumbersome, I set the watermelon down, to balance it with my foot while opening the door. Did I mention that we live on a hill? And the watermelon was perfectly round? As I opened the door, it started getting away from me, slowly rolled onto the grass and past a tree. The Newtonian gravity thing started kicking in, it picked up speed, and rolled down the entire length of the driveway, ACROSS the road, into the NEIGHBOR'S driveway, bounced down THEIR lawn, into the swail, and barrelled on down the road. After a few more bumps, it flew up in the air and came smashing down in the middle of the pavement.
Swell. Not only are we late, now we have a smushy red mess of gigantic proportion to clean up. The size of a football field, or so it seemed.
Ah well, at least it was seedless.
Well, it didn't start out quite that way. Jim and I were running a little late, but after a few false starts for forgotten bottled water, book, and cell phone, we were off. Only about 15 minutes behind schedule. Not bad. After traveling about 4 miles, I began absently thinking about picking up the KFC on our way, and I realized - "WE FORGOT THE FOOD!"
He: "What food?"
She: "The veggie tray and the watermelon!"
U-turn, 4 miles back to the house, open the garage door, rush inside, open the fridge, retrieve the wholesale club mega-veggies in one hand, the soccer ball sized watermelon in the other hand, and troop back to the truck. Truck door had closed. A third hand would be nice. Since the veggies were more cumbersome, I set the watermelon down, to balance it with my foot while opening the door. Did I mention that we live on a hill? And the watermelon was perfectly round? As I opened the door, it started getting away from me, slowly rolled onto the grass and past a tree. The Newtonian gravity thing started kicking in, it picked up speed, and rolled down the entire length of the driveway, ACROSS the road, into the NEIGHBOR'S driveway, bounced down THEIR lawn, into the swail, and barrelled on down the road. After a few more bumps, it flew up in the air and came smashing down in the middle of the pavement.
Swell. Not only are we late, now we have a smushy red mess of gigantic proportion to clean up. The size of a football field, or so it seemed.
Ah well, at least it was seedless.
posted by Diane at 10:18:00 PM
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