Pull up. Pull up! PULL UP!!

A nice day today, nearly at the end of a wintry winter. Today we were off to Colt State Park to check out the bike park. The kids got new bikes for Christmas, and this would be their first opportunity to test them out at a “real” bike park, ramps and all.

The first obstacle was a raised cement slab, maybe eight inches in height, an excellent confidence builder. Eric approached it at a pretty good clip, and as I waited for him to pull up and raise his front tire onto the slab, I watched in horror as he got the jolt of his life. Bike hits obstacle, bike stops, boy keeps going. His pride was hurt more than his groin, and so he got back in the saddle and tried it again, and again…. It didn’t take long for his timing and lift to be in sync, and so it was then just a matter of pumping the pedals to get his back tire to follow onto the slab. Once he mastered the “simulated curb,” he was then onto the ramp (shown below). He had a great time, and apparently we’re going back again next week, so I’m told.

Christy was more content with riding around the parking lot, because the gathering teenagers at the bike park was a bit daunting for an 11-year-old. The frequent and unsettling F bombs coming from these delinquents didn’t help matters for Christy. They weren’t all punks though. Some offered words of encouragement for her brother.

After 45 minutes of shredding, whatever the fu_ _ that means, we headed to the nearby beach. The kids’ assignment was to find me something small and interesting, something I could shoot with the new macro lens. Christy scored first with Mr Crabs. *Tragically, a curious Nigel accidentally inhaled Mr Crabs. All in all, a decent weekend, with better weather coming.

*A bold-faced lie meant to add interest to a seemingly tedious blog post.

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A Swollen Thingy

I woke up this morning with a swollen thingy. A quick Google search gave the swollen thingy a name – uvula. It’s that part that hangs from the back of your throat. Mine looked like an angry worm, elongated and red. So much for the 20 minutes I spent trying to clear the imaginary phlegm from my throat.

The Barrington clinic admitted me pretty quickly, probably due to my gagging. Test results confirmed a strep throat. I got a shot of Prednisone, in the butt, to keep the swelling down. “Suzy” the nurse was quite apologetic over the whole episode. The shot wasn’t bad, but it felt like someone hit me with a baseball bat.

Anyhow, here’s the public service announcement part: If you wake up with what seems like phlegm stuck in your throat, check for a swollen thingy before attempting to cough up a body part.

Top THAT!

Yesterday was a blah day. Cabin fever was thick in the air. And then I dropped a bombshell (as far as Eric was concerned). I announced that I was going to Walmart to purchase my very own BeyBlade. A wild-eyed Eric suddenly came to life, and so we were off to Walmart. I am now an official BeyBlader, and a very capable one at that.

For the uninitiated, a BeyBlade is a spinning top, usually made of metal and plastic. It will go through a windshield if thrown properly. But I digress. These things are simply the heavier, more metallic forebears of the “Battling Tops” of yesteryear. My point here? You don’t need exercise to remove the years – you need a toy.

Video highlights of the battle

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It was just always there

I woke up yesterday morning wanting to take some photos. The sky was bleak and gray, so I knew whatever I found would be turned into black and white photos. The pros call black and white “split tone.” Spencer will continue to call them black and white. Spencer will also stop referring to himself in the third person. So after a half hour of driving around aimlessly, I came up with the photos below. They have substance, nostalgia, grandeur, and…..I’ll try again tomorrow.

For what it’s worth, Donna remembers seeing this quarry tower from her window seat in French class, so many (many) years ago. Nostalgia.

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