Boules

Had a restless night last night. Justin usually listens to a story on his cd player as he goes to sleep, and the story replayed over and over throughout the night. It didn't wake me up enough to walk down the hallway and turn it off, but enough for me to know it was on. Must have woken him up too as he was up before 7, which is unheard of around here.

Finally hauled myself out of bed at 8. The kids were both in my bed playing with the cat, and it started to be more irritating than cute--a sure sign that I needed my morning tea. So, before I stumbled to the kitchen to heat my water, I raised the shades in the living room and had the jarring experience of being greeted by the sight of 30 men playing boules beside a roaring fire. It was just plain disconcerting. They weren't even gathering. The games were in full swing. On a Sunday morning in January. Silly little boules club men.

I usually like having a boules club just across the way. And I do mean just across the way. We have a fenced in smallish patio, then a driveway, then the boules club. When we have birthday parties for the kids, the boules players usually join in for singing happy birthday. So it feels like they are playing in our backyard, which is usually charming.

This morning though, well...just disconcerting.