Having started the project, the adults would converse over salad and marinated flank steak. The kids, having wolfed down their hot dogs so they could get back at the dome project, would roll more tubes. After dinner, we all would have a great time assembling the dome and photographing our progress. Both families brought every newspaper in sight to the party, plus whatever staplers and tape we could lay our hands on. We agreed that the dome would stay at our house, and that we would use the skills and lessons learned to build one for the Russell's a week or so later.
Reality strikes The guests arrived, and everything was set out on the deck.
The sun was shining, and all began according to plan. As I was completing dinner preparations, Sue agreed to be the project coordinator. His hands were not as nimble for the task as Sue's. And the boys were having a great time chasing each other around on the lawn. Sue, bless her, was rolling tubes like a woman possessed.