Let's Go Fly A Kite!
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I know. I've been quiet. I've been really busy again, but more on that later.
Today I was NOT too busy to take my eldest son out to fly a kite! It was perfect kite flying conditions, and I was chomping at the bit for about 3 hours until he finally got in the mood. (I kept pestering him, "Marcus, want to go to the park? Want to fly a kite?!", and he'd keep saying, "Later!") But eventually he changed his mind (at exactly the same time his little brother got home), and we tore buns out of here and headed down to the park to try out our new toy.
Now let me explain why I was so excited. I've always enjoyed kites. I've always wanted to fly. Every year of every birthday I can remember, I've always sat there looking at the cake with all of these candles, and wished to be able to fly. The feeling for soaring around in the air (or how I imagine it would feel) is just . .. well . .. . I can't quite describe it. But I almost joined the Air Force or Navy a few times just to be able to fly airplanes (although my good sense and issues with male authority figures fortunately won out). In addition to this, on Easter Sunday my mother gave my son a kite that looks like a hawk. So I've got this kite, and my nickname is Hawk, and I've always loved kites, and loved flying, and loved going to the park with my son, so. . . . . LET'S PARTY!!!
I should have borrowed a video camera or something, because we had a ball! The kite soared magnificently on its maiden voyage, instantly broke the handle that came with it, and we flew it around the rest of the day the old fashioned way on a spool-like reel of string. Marcus enjoyed grabbing hold of the spool and running around with it, or sometimes when the wind picked up he would just hold on for dear life with his hands gripping the spool straight up in the air, laughing his fool head off the whole time. People and the kids at the park pointed at the Hawk flying around, and all of the pidgeons avoided us like the plague. It was great! The only other times I've had this much fun with Marcus is when we're singing together (which is rare, as he usually wants to hear the song without people singing).
I usually take at least Marcus, and sometimes Joshua as well, to the park every weekend to play around on the jungle gyms (and to give Brandi a chance to get a nap or some work done). Now I've got even more inspiration to go. Unfortunately my honey-do list at home isn't seeing as much attention as it should, but you've got to have priorities in life. And goofing-off at the park with the kids ranks way above landscaping the yard. The yard isn't going anywhere, and doesn't really care if it gets attention or not.
So, while it's still April, and we should continue to see some decent wind until the monsoons roll in, I would encourage everyone to get out to the park with some kids and a kite, and feel the exhilaration of the wind raising your spirits on a string. Try it out just once this year to see what it's all about. I think you'll like it.
I know. I've been quiet. I've been really busy again, but more on that later.
Today I was NOT too busy to take my eldest son out to fly a kite! It was perfect kite flying conditions, and I was chomping at the bit for about 3 hours until he finally got in the mood. (I kept pestering him, "Marcus, want to go to the park? Want to fly a kite?!", and he'd keep saying, "Later!") But eventually he changed his mind (at exactly the same time his little brother got home), and we tore buns out of here and headed down to the park to try out our new toy.
Now let me explain why I was so excited. I've always enjoyed kites. I've always wanted to fly. Every year of every birthday I can remember, I've always sat there looking at the cake with all of these candles, and wished to be able to fly. The feeling for soaring around in the air (or how I imagine it would feel) is just . .. well . .. . I can't quite describe it. But I almost joined the Air Force or Navy a few times just to be able to fly airplanes (although my good sense and issues with male authority figures fortunately won out). In addition to this, on Easter Sunday my mother gave my son a kite that looks like a hawk. So I've got this kite, and my nickname is Hawk, and I've always loved kites, and loved flying, and loved going to the park with my son, so. . . . . LET'S PARTY!!!
I should have borrowed a video camera or something, because we had a ball! The kite soared magnificently on its maiden voyage, instantly broke the handle that came with it, and we flew it around the rest of the day the old fashioned way on a spool-like reel of string. Marcus enjoyed grabbing hold of the spool and running around with it, or sometimes when the wind picked up he would just hold on for dear life with his hands gripping the spool straight up in the air, laughing his fool head off the whole time. People and the kids at the park pointed at the Hawk flying around, and all of the pidgeons avoided us like the plague. It was great! The only other times I've had this much fun with Marcus is when we're singing together (which is rare, as he usually wants to hear the song without people singing).
I usually take at least Marcus, and sometimes Joshua as well, to the park every weekend to play around on the jungle gyms (and to give Brandi a chance to get a nap or some work done). Now I've got even more inspiration to go. Unfortunately my honey-do list at home isn't seeing as much attention as it should, but you've got to have priorities in life. And goofing-off at the park with the kids ranks way above landscaping the yard. The yard isn't going anywhere, and doesn't really care if it gets attention or not.
So, while it's still April, and we should continue to see some decent wind until the monsoons roll in, I would encourage everyone to get out to the park with some kids and a kite, and feel the exhilaration of the wind raising your spirits on a string. Try it out just once this year to see what it's all about. I think you'll like it.
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