And They're Only Nine

I'm behind in my blogging, so this is a little stale, but about a month ago or so, the village school had a grade 3-5 dance. Yes a dance. The parents had to come too of course, so we all got to re-live our teenage years by standing along the wall not dancing.

All the little ones were dressed up in their glad rags. They served pizza and pop, and the DJ played the same tunes they been playing at school dances for the last 30 years. As things were wrapping up at the late old hour of 8:00, we were all waiting for them to play Stairway to Heaven so we could take our little dancing queens home for the night.

Easter Eggs for Everyone

Someone actually wrote me the other day and said they read my blog. Who knew? I'd assumed I was just posting to amuse myself. Now that I know I have an audience of at least one, it behooves me to try to catch up with all the comings and goings in our little village. That and I've always wanted to write a sentence with behooves in it.

So, To catch up....two weeks ago on I think the warmest Easter weekend in living memory, I had ten kids in my back yard making Easter eggs. I would never have attempted this madness if I had to do it indoors. But it was 28C - so out came the folding table, three dozen eggs, pots of dye, crayons, glitter glue etc, and all of the little girls (and one brave boy) in the neighbourhood came over for an afternoon egg-straveganza. It was a lot of fun and because we did it outside, easy to clean up. Hopefully too, it is one of the first of many blissful village weekends where all the little girls run around from house to house, playing in one back yard, going to the next for snacks, and then on to someone else's house for the next adventure. Navan has to be the best place to grow up. I'm sure the girls will grow up with warm memories of golden weekend afternoons with their friends, and I hope I helped make some of those memories.