…in other words: Forced Family Fun
Back in January, when the Family Matriarch and the Kitchen King passed through on their way back from Florida to snow infested Massachusetts, they suggested we celebrate #1 Son’s (our brother’s), 65th Birthday here in the Baltimore area. Of course, we all agreed and then waited for someone to make the first move. As usual, the Family Matriarch took charge and a plan was set.
Last Monday, the Family Matriarch (FM), the Kitchen King (KK), Keary and #1 Son Birthday Boy(BB) drove down from Boston to celebrate with a baseball game, a family dinner, visit to a beautiful garden and many rides in the back seat of the car.
The Forced Family Fun (FFF) began with a celebration dinner at a local restaurant.
First World Problem in our family: All in attendance cannot fit in a single photo
The hostess, with her keen sense to spy a very important party, decided to put us in our own
rumpus room. Since we all love to hear ourselves talk, this worked out quite well and Hubster was even able to get in a few words edgewise.
Examples of Hubster’s ability to adjust to dinner and conversation with my family.
- Prior to delivery of rolls and butter; tip the server in advance to place two pre-buttered rolls on a separate plate and deliver to him just after
feeding frenzybasket of rolls has been placed on the table. He has mastered this skill after almost 29 years of marriage.
- If you have an opinion other than one that is being discussed …glue lips shut. This has saved him from many a glaring eye. He only perfected this after my mother passed away…poor man: too little, too late.
- Try to order what everyone else if ordering so no one asks for a taste. To be truthful, this just applies to me asking for a taste. I can’t help it, his always looks better. I have the hips and thighs to prove it.
- If there is a great niece or nephew present; Hubster is designated as entertainment for those 12 and under. The adult siblings are able to finish conversations without interruption. Hubster survives with only minor bruising and so far, no concussion.
There are many more “duck and cover” strategies for my family, but he asked that I not give away all his secrets in one blog post.
Initially, Keary had not intended to make the trip, but then decided she could not live without a visit to her favorite sister. (Sorry FM and I.T., when our mother and the Milkman had me, I became everyone’s favorite.)
The FM purchased tickets to a 7:05 pm, Red Sox vs. Baltimore Orioles game for six adults; this quickly became ten. Keary, ever the tourist and world traveler (thanks to her twins who have separately, lived in China, Korea, Washington, DC, Germany, and Kentucky) was not about to let a visit to the Maryland area go “un-tourist attracted” . She suggested we spend the day of the game at Ladew Gardens, about a half hour north of my home.
I decided to take the second of my two personal days in my teaching career to join them.The first of many back seat rides in order to have this FFF, began here.
Having never visited Ladew Gardens; I had no idea what to expect. Let me say, it is definitely worth the price of admission and my photos do not do justice to its grand beauty. I have several photos to share, but if you would like to see for yourself…here is a link to the Ladew website.
I believe there are 25 distinct garden areas…all exquisitely maintained.
“The Thinker”…not the real name of this garden
Hey, Mister Tamborine Man…
Water Garden…or as I would call it: FULL TIME JOB
A “Reference Schrub” Continued…
FUN and Functional seating
Thrones for the Matriarch and her King
The Game Room
After our visit to the gardens, we retreated back to the comfort of my sunroom to view my own gardens.
Many “oohs and aahs” were conveyed.
Just to prove my thumb is green, I picked my first two red tomatoes. The KK was highly impressed, as expected.
After a little nap and dinner…we headed to the game.
Baltimore Orioles vs. Boston Red Sox
(Must use my French or I will lose it.)
Our time together was brief, but special.
Friendly family reminder when it comes to FFF
Day 177…3 days to go.
* Volun-told….my niece (one of Keary’s twins) a nurse and former Army Captain, coined this word for many tasks in our family and in the Army. I do not believe the word is classified, but just in case I blame her.