It was the last library before a two week holiday hiatus–and we did it up right.
Mr. John and Miss Vicky rolled in with the ingredients for gingerbread cookies and their three year old granddaughter, Savannah (she really held her own with the bigger kids while enjoying the twirly office chair more than the others have for years now).
Before the kids came the dough was made–it did that usual balky thing where it stuck to the counter, then spread to make a batch of monster-men, but with added flour the gingerboys began to look appropriately cute.
Vivienne was dropped off, and displayed that uh-oh response. Am I the only big kid? But O and Klark came, then Brianna and Jayda and we were off and running, playing a couple of quick rounds of Bingo while waiting for the cookies to cool. Then we did some serious cookie decorating at the big white table in the driveway. Jayda was the most conscientious (she left with the fullest plate of cookies). We also made some Christmas cards.
Vivienne made a new headstone for Fredbrick. (Since the old one was the lid of one of the buckets we use for the pantry compost someone had used his headstone to cap a bucket or decomposing vegetables). We had another moment of silence for Fredbrick. We seem to have them weekly.
Then we cut to the speculative part of the gathering. We had three label-less cans in the pantry, which we can’t give away, so each of us shook the cans, felt their relative weights, and speculated. We even wrote our guesses down. Our final act of the gathering (not counting eating brownies) was the official opening of the cans.
(Drum roll please). Pinto Beans. Black Beans. Stewed tomatoes. Both Klark and Olivia guessed two correctly. The only reward was bragging rights (and now we have to figure out what to do with pinto beans, black beans and stewed tomatoes). Chili anyone?
A fine last gathering of the year at the FPL.