BLUEBERRY HOURS

Yesterday the irresistible triple-threat came over for the afternoon and did their best to consume all the energy in the neighborhood, ours first. During that time we had them all to ourselves for an intense hour or so of peak drainage while Kasumi went off downlake to get a nice massage.

I singlehandedly took the minimarauders out to pick some blueberries to have for dessert later, after dinner, but few of the many ready berries made it into the bowl we brought along, the twins in particular having difficulty with the concept 'later' when it comes to sweet and juicy ready-to-eat blueberries right there in your hand. What are you crazy, they'd look at me while popping one plump blue tasty after another into their perfectly capable of eating-ripe-blueberries-right-now-mouths as I said 'Save some for later' over and over in Japanese and English, might as well have been Martian.

Kaya the responsible elder sister managed to get a few berries into the bowl, but they didn't last much beyond the doorway. After dinner, since there were no blueberries, we went outside to do some fireworks, the first since half a life ago for the twins, and the first time 'on their own,' so they were a bit leery of the dark and then the fiery stuff and the sudden sparks and the flashy bangs in the dark air, but they did alright with Kaya showing them how. No injuries, greater familiarity with darkness and fire, exhausted elders, lots of blueberries, couple of fights, lots of screams and running around in circles: what more could you ask of a family get together, except perhaps how in the world does Kasumi do it?