We had some garden variety showers yesterday afternoon.  That the lifeguards and ski boat drivers were given a hearty cheer at dinner suffices as testament to our approaches of pushing forward during mild interruptions to the norm.

By 7:30, a beautiful evening had evolved.  I could not resist adding a couple photos that captured the special setting we have here along the shores of Mother Tarleton.

I am being completely truthful, however, when I report that I was likely the sole observer of the flock of Canadian geese who sauntered along during the Egg Drop extravaganza, Kingswood’s outrageous contest that eventually completely destroys both egg and contraption, along with the dreams of many an innocent youngster.

That latter phrase was shouted continually by Nick, Klaus and the rest of the gang of idiots who put on this hilarious show twice each summer.  Their creativity and enthusiasm never wanes.

You will find the photos quite revealing.  They show boys in all manner of moods, from taut and cautious to wildly exuberant.  They even gave me seven seconds to do whatever I pleased with a broken egg and it’s destroyed contents.  I heaved the mess into the crowd, naturally!

No one, however, can top the antics of Mr. Weird, who revs up the audience at every visit.  Apparently, the guy lives exclusively to destroy eggs and when he fails, he exhibits enormous misery, to the obvious delight of the crowd.

Klaus, the Ambassador (from nowhere to nowhere) and Nick (the loudest announcer ever — it only looked tranquil on the lake last night) were amazed that the winning contraption, built in seconds by Dakota, was a paint can filled with paper and socks.  That pitch fork stabbings and tennis court roller flattenings failed to smash Hilly 5’s egg into bits still has us scratching our heads this morning, another beauty of a day.  Wow!  Let’s keep this going.