They are making origami water bombs, filling them with water, then climbing as high as possible in our Bradford Pear tree....and finally dropping them down on the driveway to see what happens.
Thankfully they aren't pelting the dog walkers with them.
This is apparently big time fun for the neighborhood gang.
I walked into the house from homeschool PE and found that ZD had set up a table in the living room. And he filled it with file boxes from the attic.
This wasn't done on a whim, he needed copies of orders from 1985.
I'm not kidding.
Even more amazing was...he found them. I don't think I own any paperwork from the 80's except my high school diploma.
After about 10 minutes in the house, the sound finally registers with me.
"merow.....merooooooow......meeerrrrroooowwwww"
"Is that Mango meowing?" I asked when no one reacted to the very loud plainative cry.
"Oh, yeah" ZD piped up as if he just remembered something. "Mango might be locked in the attic crawl space."
She was.
She sure was glad to get out of there. At least the kids know where the saying "Curiosity killed the cat" came from.
The last few days have been....welll...a little crazy here at the zoo.
I'll see if I can catch you to speed in a series of posts.
Let's start with Friday.
On Friday, I went to my special "old eyes" opthalmologist. She needed to check the little holes that she burnt into my irises, were still open. (I have narrow angle glaucoma and Fuch's endothelia dystrophy. I'm 37 years old and I have the eyeballs of a 60 year old.)
One of the holes was not doing it fair share of the pressure reducing work. So it will need further prodding along. Actually, I have to have some other laser procedure that will flatten my iris a little to help the hole stay open.
(The procedure was supposed to be today....but I had to rescedule. More on why later.)
When I came home from the doctor, I explained all this to ZD, who reacted by deciding that he needed to go ahead and sign in for duty.
(That's means he went and joined up with the Army again.)
He really did. He threw on his uniform, we packed up the kids, and we headed on post with a crate full of paperwork. By noon, we were an Army family again. Offical and everything.
We had lunch at the PX and then went to get ID cards. (For the experienced, it was not bad at all other than a DEERS issue. And the ID people were helpful and courteous. I was as surprised as you are.)
By 3 o'clock we had done all the work we could and then headed home. The kids played outside with friends while ZD and I kind of took in what we had just done.
