Perfection

The girls and I drove to Nanticoke to haul the bins of too small/too big/too bulky clothing to my brother's pole barn for summer storage. As an indication of his excellence, my dad didn't require any prompting to pull some kites out of his bedroom closet before asking us if we'd like to use them. Who was he kidding?

It was a peerless day. We sent that kite soaring.

First off, I crashed it, tangled the line, and spent a few minutes trying to separate knotted clumps. (Debbie was there, too, which explains the pictures in which I magically appear without using the timer.)




Then I pranced around with a fancy high-step to coax it aloft again. (Hey, laugh all you want. It worked.)



Millie took the line.




Annie took the line.




First, Susannah lost a shoe.



Then she, too, took the line for a minute.


Unfortunately, she then let go, and the kite bolted straight for the power lines. I set off on a wild chase across the field after it, retrieving it only when happy chance smiled down and caught the line with some weeds. Fortunately, no pictures were taken of this huffing about.

And here's some doodle-paint.