So, we just got back from Wisconsin, having gone to retrieve our youngest son and his belongings. He spent the summer with a farm family, trying to find work in Green Bay and getting to know better a young lady that someday may join our family. He was unsuccessful in his attempts to find a job, however, the relationship he went to pursue seems to be another story. But we're glad to have him back here, and are encouraging his efforts to find work and get his own place.
We got back yesterday afternoon, and so last night we took our 3 adult children out for dinner and just enjoyed being together. After dinner we came back here and played Bananagrams, plus, I got to introduce them to a game from my childhood, ta da! "Stadium Checkers"! As you might guess, they no longer manufacture this rather odd game of strategy - this one I bought from an EBAY seller was made in 1952. It consists of several concentric plastic rings, each one larger than the last-hence, it looks like a minature sports stadium. Each ring has several "pockets". Players put 5 marbles in the "nosebleed" section of the stadium and begin taking turns moving the rings and dropping the marbles into the pockets. The goal is to get all your marbles dropped in your correct tunnel in the very center of the rings, and to thwart your opponnets efforts by causing them to drop their marble into the wrong hole down at the bottom, and thus, starting over at the top of the stadium. My techno-savvy, 21st century offspring thought this game was extraordinarily fun. I couldn't believe it.
We then sat outside on the porch in the dark and waited with our daughter for her husband to pick her up as he was attending a function at Century II. The weather was perfect- a little breeze, and temps in the lower 70's - and the talking and laughter probably disturbed the next door neighbors, although we didn't intend to. What a great evening! I wouldn't take a million dollars for that time we spent together last night. Once again, the porch became a place which created a good memory for all of us.
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