On what would have been my paternal grandfather's 97th birthday, we drove to a public park to shoot off homemade model rockets.
Proud crew showing off a variety of the rockets that took to the skies. Alas, what goes up does not always come down: two were lost in the trees, including that red and gold beauty and a two-stage Batman rocket.
An impromptu silent disco dance party broke out in the parking lot
when we gathered to caravan to the site.
Peanut gallery
Preparations and earnest consultations at command central
Another day we played putt-putt. You can see how very sunny it was.
The victor--Dear Husband--treated everyone to ice cream afterwards, announcing with satisfaction that the bill was less than his final score.
Perhaps most exciting was that most (all?) of us got a hole-in-one!
Next: Indoor games
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