We had our slightly-less-than-monthly haircuts today, always a fine social occasion. I figure I see my hair cutter way more often than I see most of my friends and she and I have become somewhat close over the years. And besides, she turns the lower part of my head into a soft brush that I always like to rub.
Then up to Kimball's for a small outing with friends. We started with a long chat around picnic tables. Then we looked at the gardens a bit and there was some discussion about whether the begonias were tuberous or the other kind. One poor guy and I looked at each other and shrugged. He mentioned something about his gay card being taken away from him.
We proceeded to play mini-golf, except this is the best mini-golf I've ever experienced. The course is challenging, pretty, and just when you think your ball is going in the hole, there's a dip or a bump to divert it. I wasn't the worst player today, and I wasn't the best either. But I was fairly pleased with my performance.
We headed over to the bumper boats which are like bumper cars in the water -- big colorful innertubes with tiny motors. It's dirty. It's smelly. It's loud. And it's a heck of a lot of fun. There were nine little boats occupied by crazed minigolfers, most of whom were high on fried lunch. (Other boats were occupied by complete strangers, but we didn't let that small detail get in the way.) We bumped and raced around the pond and bumped some more until they blew the whistle and it was time to get out.
And then, the piece do resistance (aside to cdp -- that's Fraunch you know) -- ice cream. Wiser heads prevailed, but not soft brush-like heads. I had a medium. Ok, it was evil and over the top in its ginormity, but I allow myself ice cream about two or three times a summer and we were at Kimball's and I couldn't say no. Maybe next time I'll try to be restrained and have a small, but even that is pretty enormous. At least I didn't get a sundae.
One friend came back to our house so he could shower before going on to his next activity. We plied him with coffee and sat around and talked for a bit before he headed off.
Robert always claims exhaustion after spending time in the sun. I think it's a viable excuse and I'll use it too.
6 comments:
Hi! Pleased I have found you after reading the article in The Lady magazine - do so sympathise re ice creams - the bigger the better - we have an ice cream parlour nearby - what a temptation.
Here's to senior bloggers all!!
To Weaver of Grass: I just want to point out that this 'blaugustine' blog is not by me, Natalie d'Arbeloff, who wrote the article in The Lady. The correct link for the real Blaugustine (since April 2004) is:
www.nataliedarbeloff.com/blaugustine.html
Best wishes,
Natalie
Dear WoG, yes, you are apparently looking for the Natalie d'Arbeloff blog, though you are of course more than welcome to stick around and read this blog too. Ms. d'A claims to be the "real" blaugustine, having started her blog about two months before I started mine. This perhaps leaves me as a mere "blaugustine manque". We here on this side of the pond appreciate the clarification. Best of luck to Ms. d'A in her quest.
That sounds like my kind of day.
Hello eba,
What I meant by 'the real blaugustine' is that I chose this title because my blog was named after my cartoon alter-ego, Augustine, a comic-strip character I created in the 1980s.(Hence, the blog of Augustine).
See http://www.nataliedarbeloff.com/comics.html
People who knew the earlier comic character, as well as new visitors, could easily find her online.
Obviously it's confusing to searchers and search engines to have two blogs with the same name - people looking for one can end up at the other, with no indication that they're not at the address they were searching for. I certainly did not intend to disparage your blog in my comment nor in the previous exchange we had about this. I'm glad if people find your site too - just want to make clear that we are not the same person.
Oops, just checked my archive and realised that I started Blaugustine in April 2003. So I'm even more of an old-timer than I thought.
Natalie(aka Augustine)
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