When the lump was disclosed, Kevin was found -- found watching Pink Panther on Netflix on his iPhone (inherited from his Mommy Karin but no phone service).
We went to Niagara-on-the-Lake for lunch and to see "My Fair Lady" at the Shaw Festival. As we walked in, Kevin saw the beautiful gardens outside and wanted to know if he could go outside. I told him, "Yes, at intermission."
First, he headed for the shallow, clear pond with rocks covering the bottom. He picked up a rock and threw it across the pond! ARRGGGHHH! I told him not to; he threw another! A man nearby said, "He is doing what I want to do." We headed for the gardens and found hidden paths AND Grampa! We also found waterlilies. Kevin is pointing out the blooms hidden under the leaves.
Kevin loved the play, but he was more fidgety than at "Camelot," probably because of the seats. We were third row balcony, but he could not see over the high backs of the seat in front of him, so sat on our laps alternately. He was the first to note we could see the harpist from our vantage point, and we heard the harp often through the production.
I have been talking to Kevin about Trish Romance and her paintings and about her gallery in this town. As we drove into the village, he saw the cute main street and he wanted to walk the street. We said, "Later." After the play, Grampa was eager to get home. He cried that he could not walk the street, see the gallery, AND splash in a fountain where he saw other kids. I had to promise to bring him back.
As a result of stopping at the National Indian Museum a couple of weeks ago, we borrowed books on the Iroquois from the library and read them as we traveled today. We both learned a lot!
Kevin played with the hose and little pool once we were home.
The heat wave temps have dropped 15 degrees, so we had our dinner outside.
We read the first part of Longfellow's "Hiawatha" poem before bed. In spite of the wonderful native rhythm, Kevin insisted it was not a poem, because it does not rhyme.
Tonight I washed dark colors -- mainly Kevin's and Grant's things. Oops! The hot pink from the pastel pallette on Thursday came home in Kevin's pants' pocket. I told him to take it back on Friday. He forgot. I forgot. It went through the wash fine, but fell out of the pocket in the dryer and created quite a modern art scene on perfectly good clothes including a $300 pair of Grampa's jeans! I used Fantastic to get it off the interior of the dryer, and it worked great. So I tried it on the clothing. It worked fairly well. I spent at least two hours scrubbing all the spots with Fantastic, then sprayed them with Spray N Wash, let it soak in, then rewashed. It worked! Almost every trace of hot pink is gone!
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