buzz

Header Challenge:buzz

June 26, 2013

Today's challenge is buzz. Check out my  pals for their interpretations on this theme: Fishing  Guy, Katney, Imac and Lew.

The header is of a cicada. They can be annoying, but they're good to photographers, in that they will stay put and pose for you. I have been away this week, visiting with family. That's the buzz from Craver's world.

caught a bug

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More than half of us are sick at the Craver household, so we're going to try to drown it out with hot tea and soup. Yes, even in this heat and humidity, we're having hot liquids. When it comes to illness, we don't mess around. Please pray for my wife. She makes great soup, but she also is not feeling well, and instead of resting, has to take care of the rest of us like a resident physician. We did not sleep well last night, and I can tell by the scratchiness in my throat, that this particular bug is going to affect our voices. (Mrs. Craver sings.)

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This Cicada was between the outer doors at church. I slid a sheet of white paper under it, and after making a mad fuss, it stayed on the white paper for me. Wasn't that nice? I got down on my belly and took its picture before lifting it by the paper and releasing it outside.

bocced up

Father's Day was quite a busy day. I think I could take a day of rest and relaxation to recover.

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Our church's Spanish group invited my family to a picnic. It was almost unbearably hot. Mrs. Craver will not attend outdoor events until the cicadas are gone. My kids do not speak Spanish (yet), and my own Spanish is only so-so. But we had a brief, cool, refreshing rain, great food and the company of really nice folks, so it was a good time. They had a few games, but I brought Bocce Ball. I like that game. It's low impact, but it gets people off their seats and out on their feet. First, you toss a little yellow ball (the jack), and then each team tries to toss or roll their wooden bocce balls as close to the jack as possible. My kit even includes a measuring tape, because sometimes it's hard to see which one is closer.

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There was another group in the park that day. I gathered that these were the wives and children of soccer players. The uniformed athletes dropped them off and then drove away. There was one toddler from their group who was running around in his underwear. His haircut was like a mullet gone from bad to worse, spikey on top, with a super long, thick "tail" halfway down his back.

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My 17-year old son was forced into an awkward situation. He would either have to play with the little children or sit speechless with the grown ups. Mercifully, I asked him to play bocce ball with me. He's good... real good. But while I was soundly receiving a whoopin' in the game, that underdressed kid with the crazy hairdoo decided that he should go to where we were tossing the bocce balls and move them around, even the jack ball! Do you know how hard it is to try to get a toddler to stop doing something without making them cry? He just acted like he didn't understand what I was saying.

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There it is, both of us beaten by this little pantless spikey-tyke stranger. We packed up and went home.

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Image by mrettig