Sunday, 10 June 2007

and things were sandy

Yesterday was the Kite-Flying Festival at Summerville Beach.


I had this all planned out - how the kids would romp and play and have a terrific time (like last year) but it didn't quite work out that way.


snort.


It was freezing at our house. And dreary. After a long debate about whether or not the festival would even be held on such a miserable and cheerless day, I bundled the kids up and we went anyway. And, of course, as soon as we drove into town the sun broke through, the sky cleared and it turned gorgeous.


But still cold.


There was a good turnout for the festival - lots of wonderful kites. Many happy people. This was going to be fun!


Breathing in the (lovely) salt air, I unwrapped our kites and discovered that none of them worked. (damnit)


I had three. And none of them were complete.
(double damnit)


I was down on my knees in the sand trying to figure out how to make one kite out of three when two co-workers of mine and their gorgeous boys arrived.


Immediately, one of them came over to see how she could help. My friend R is quite crafty, you see, and can Figure Things Out - an amazing thing to (impatient old) me, who was contemplating snapping all the bloody sticks in half and tying the smallgirlchild to the string. (Hmph. Wonder how high she would have flown?)


So, with CraftyWoman's help, we did this: (and bless her)

look! up in the sky! it's a bird! it's a...kite!


There was a great deal of running and playing by Cass, especially with the other boys, and a good amount of this:


get those tootsies in the sand...aaah...

But Rosey was having none of it. Hunched inside her hooded sweatshirt, she trudged up and down the beach after Bear, pleading to be picked up and making it entirely obvious that she was missing her bed and her nap and why were we here, again? By the time we took pity on her and left she was snuggled on B's shoulder and sleeeeeepy.

Maybe we'll try again next weekend.

This time, I'll put the kites together before we get to the beach.

8 comments:

wordgirl said...

It's been forever since I flew a kite. Why are some of life's best moments postponed? I wish I knew. Just to run in the sand and breathe the salt air sounds like a great gift.

kimmyk said...

When I went to LA in Sept. they had this huge kite festival. I love watching people fly those huge kites that take two hands. Those are cool.

Maybe next week will be better, but to be close to the ocean...ha! lucky ass. I would love to be down there anytime of the year.

Caro said...

Hooray for crafty friend!

Liz said...

Why is it some of the times you think are going to be wonderful don't come out so? I guess it's balanced out by the little surprise times when you don't expect much and they have a ball. I think it all hinges on whether or not they (or me) are tired. Poor Rosie, hope she enjoys it more next week.

Angewl said...

I am sorry R wasn't enjoying it as much as her bog brother!
Does it end early? Cold you try going after nap-time, or would that be too late?
I am jealous about the proximity of the beach as well!! lol

meggie said...

Isnt it always the way!! In Singapore they have a day where everyone goes out to fly kites! And man, was it windy!!

Beagle said...

Funny, we jsut bought a kite on a recent beach trip and damn if it's not a lot harder than it looks!

I love the feeling of sand between my toes.

Sarah Louise said...

sand between the toes...

I didn't hear/read anything else.

I am so jealous!!

Whose feet are those in the picture? Not Rosey's?