The elementary school had its annual family picnic Friday night. The PTA provides the burgers and hot dogs and people bring sides and desserts to share. Unlike the massive production that is the fall fundraiser, what with auctions and photo booths and jumpy houses and organized carnival games and bake sales, this is remarkably low key.
And remarkably more fun. The kids run around on the field, playing their own pick-up games of soccer or kickball or tag or roll-in-the-grass-as-we-pretend-we-are-whatever, or they play on the couple of play structures or they make bubbles or draw with the chalk provided just for the occasion. The parents chat among their chosen
But, yeah, it doesn't raise any money.
But, then again, the PTA has oodles of extra in its coffers, so, hey.
A number of us noticed who was missing at the picnic: the principal and all of the teachers. Not a one came by. I'm thinking they were all at a retirement party that must have been at the precise same three-hour timeframe as the family picnic. I'm sure there must be some explanation.
But people had fun, except, perhaps, that woman who had to sell the school T-shirts and sweatshirts the whole time. [BUT FOR THE LAST TIME EVER!]
When that woman and Youngest took Corrie the Wonder Mutt for a walk down at the school today, they noticed additional chalk drawings and even a mathematical equation:
V*GINA + PE*IS = S*X
I wonder if that's on the California STAR test?
[Photo courtesy Sixthmen.net.]