In just a few short days we say goodbye to our youngest as he heads off to become a sailor. So, in the most normal Kat fam fashion, we are throwing one heck of a shindig. It's kinda excellent that a national holiday falls right before the boy leaves.
The party will also be a goodbye party of sorts as I won't be hosting big fetes for awhile it seems, and the day after the Fourth is my parent's 45th wedding anniversary, so we are packing all sorts of celebratory things in this coming Friday's bash at my place.
There's going to be food galore, volleyball, cornhole, water balloons, tons of conversating, and of course, did I mention tons of food?
So, today I spent several hours in the almost 90 degree heat mowing, weedeating, and pulling weeds. Gotta get the plantation ready for the celebrating. The hubs mowed the fields with the brush hog, the boys (I always have an extra teen or two, helped with the garbage, moving branches, and comic relief), and I am super excited because I am going to have a cheesecake decoration station at the party. YUM!
Yesterday though was a precursor to this Friday in a way, as it was the hub's shotgun team BBQ. Every year the team hosts a BBQ where new potential members show up and try it out, the team members and parents shoot trap, Annie Oakley, and Wobble for fun and prizes, and we eat a bunch of burgers and hot dogs. It was a good time, I am a little exhausted from it as I was talked to for over six hours straight by many of the parents.
I got home from the BBQ and a quick run up the hill to see my bro and his fiance who live close to the range, when as I was reclining in a restful pose, my door suddenly burst open and the youths in my house requested my presence.
They had acquired this rather foul polymer banana at a big box store. It was over a foot long and floppy. Of course they hooked a hose up to it to see how big it would get before it blew.
Ever innovative, they decided that waiting for it to explode was taking too long, so my son plunked his muscular carcass down upon the bloated banana.
The resulting sound and splash of banana bursting death was hysterical.
The gaggle of young adults cackled like a flock of seagulls.
I excused myself promptly, amused but more than a bit tired from too much socializing, packing, working, and just going hard.
I do have to admit though, the sounds of them having a good time and making homemade pizza rolls warmed my heart.
I am going to miss them all.
But life, it ever changes and flows, and while I cherish the experiences I have had, I am more than ready to move on to the next adventure. Maybe there won't be polymer bananas.
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's not in banana scent or flavor iPhone.
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