Barn Dance

This barn dance was not the kind of barn dance you might be thinking about. There was no hay or livestock on the property, although there was Def Leppard’s “Animal” on the karaoke machine. This barn is not a working barn any more. In fact, you might it a party barn. It sits in the middle of town right next to a new subdivision, and people can rent it for parties and weddings. When we’re visiting my dad, we have often seen a bridal party taking photographs at the barn. This weekend it was our turn to party at the barn. The theme? Dress up in either 60’s or 80’s garb. One of my cousins planned a birthday party for my aunt and my cousin, who both have milestone birthdays this summer.

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The first day of summer in Iowa was a typical Iowa summer day; hot and humid. Despite its suburban location, the barn is a real barn. Which means there was no air conditioning, just two huge industrial fans, one blowing in one barn door and the other blowing air out of the other. Lily and Emmy had come to dance, however, and so dance we did. The girls were dressed up in 80’s garb, and Ed had purchased a special mullet for the occasion. We prepared by singing and dancing to “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” and “Walk Like an Egyptian.” Emmy had a special request for the DJ, however, for a dance that is definitely not retro…yet. Her request? Op, op op op oppan Gangnam Style!

The girls also got a taste of the original Nintendo. My cousin projected Super Mario Bros onto a screen and it didn’t take long for Lily and Emmy to get hooked! Is that a good thing or a bad thing? They are so used to a touch screen that it took them a few minutes to adjust to the game controller, but then they had a blast!

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After we worked up a sweat (which really didn’t take much more than toe tapping) and sang our hearts out into the microphone (Ed and I do a mean Def Leppard impression), the barn dance was over and it was time to take the girls off to bed.

Do-si-do!

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Summer Daze

We have no schedule at all. Only two weeks after the last day of school, and I’m already in a daze. (What day is it again?) Being at home with my girls makes me happy!

Summer days bring about all kinds of happy happy joy joy, which is what Gretchen at Second Blooming wants to know about this week.

Summer means ice cream, popsicles and fresh fruit. Juicy peaches and red, red strawberries. Plump blueberries and tart cherries from Michigan. Farmer’s markets and fresh salad on the table. Grilling most meals so that we don’t heat up the kitchen; less pots and pans to wash. Hamburgers, hot dogs, brats, served with garden fresh tomatoes and green onions and lemonade.

Everyone comes out to play in the summer. In the winter, we hibernate; we bundle up with blankets and sit on the couch. But as soon as the weather gets warm, the neighborhood comes alive. The playground is full of running, jumping and screaming kids. Neighbors walk by and stop to chat. Bedtime gets later and later each night because the sun doesn’t go down until well after 9 o’clock. Bursts of red, yellows and pinks bloom in gardens. The bright colors make cold February seem like a distant dream.

The pool is finally open, and in the afternoon we can go swimming for an hour or so. Jump into that cool, blue chlorinated water under a hot sun to splash around with the kids. At safety break, we bundle up in towels and sit on lounge chairs, almost too tired to move. Until we remember that an icy pop is only a quarter at the snack stand!

Don’t forget summer road trips. Roll down the windows and turn up the radio! Sing at the top of our lungs, play the alphabet game, have a snack, and then wonder how much longer. Tumble out of the car when we get there and get hugs and kisses from waiting relatives. Spend some time away from the worries at home and just relax.

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Happy happy joy joy!

What makes you happy?

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