The busy day of office reconstruction on Saturday took a little wind out of our sails, so Sunday was pretty low key. And also sore. Turns out going up and down the stairs about 700 times puts a little stress on the quads.
But Erin ran some errands and did some work in the yard, and I managed to get the lawn mowed and some laundry accomplished before completely pooping out. All in all, it was a productive weekend, even if Sunday was slower paced and not especially blog-worthy.
One thing I will note is that a new bubble machine Erin ordered for the kids arrived, and boy was that ever a hit. Bubble technology has come a long, long way from when I was a kid, that’s for sure.
Of course, we had the standard little wands that come inside the bottles and have probably been around since bubbles were invented in the bronze age (FACT CHECK: highly questionable…), but battery powered doohickeys like this were the stuff of science fiction when I was growing up.
But it’s amazing how simple pleasures like bubbles never fail to entertain. The kids were in glee.
Watching them dance around in the bubbles reminded me the opening to The Lawrence Welk Show. And if that doesnt date me, nothing will. I Googled “Lawrence Welk Show bubbles” and somehow this image at the top of the results seemed spot on.
“Wunnerful, wunnerful.” It goes to show that bubbles are a pleasure that spans many generations. Even if musical tastes (thankfully) change.
