After at last getting word that I had successfully rented us a new home -- a five-days-long nailbiter of a wait, because the real estate agency just couldn't find a way to grapple with the fact that I am self-employed and several times nearly backed out of the lease because my life didn't fit their standard forms and application processes -- we went to our favorite Westminster restaurant, Baugher's, to celebrate. Burgers and fries for everybody! And then a good long romp on the Baugher's playground, eating nectarines we bought from the farm stand. Fruit so ripe you couldn't help but drip juice all over yourself, so you'd then get dive-bombed by bees intoxicated by the lush perfume. Jack inventing an obstacle course around the playground, me following, from gazebo to tractor tires to swing set, the idea being never touch the ground. Nil desperandum, dear mama -- across the obstacle course lies the promised set of monkey bars.
Not a great photo maybe, compositionally speaking, but a joyous one. The one below is the one Jack prefers, because it shows him successfully executing the swing-to-swing step and split maneuver of his own invention. Master of the obstacle course.
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