Monday Morning Journal 2022-04-11
Apr. 11th, 2022 04:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seeyatI've awoken this morning a little early as I just decided to use the restroom and I suppose I've not yet recovered from the flu. My voice is sore and I'm a bit stuffy. Thick, gooey mucous coating the front and back of my throat. I suppose yesterday was an early reprieve, yet a welcome one. Vince has his kids this weekend for a little extra time. We decided Sunday should be spent at the park. I had noticed some difficulty doing voices and impersonations due to a sore throat and drainage.
We began the day's adventure with both of the kids lazily packed into the faded red wagon within which my sister and I long ago, so full of their youth, bathed our dog Cinnamon. The one I believe we inherited from one of our own parents. We set out after lining the bottom with aged and storied blankets from Gramma and Grampa's old house.
I started the trip on my top mounted Bustin longboard, chasing them slowly, bending down low to the ground acting as though I were some sort of radical veloceraptor manimal thing... growling and shaping claws with my hands as Vince took on speed and I gave chase. Pretty fun... this went on at for a at least a neighborhood block.
Once arriving at the park, we set everything in the shade and the kids went on their way. Their were kids around and everyone seemed well supervised. One group watched by what seemed their slightly older sister, a few parents here and there whether actually engaged or just passing through. I like that park. It's old and weathered yet peaceful and trusted.
As usual, Vince's oldest was climbging and jumping as though she were a daredevil... jumping a few monkey bars in to start climbing, rebelliously choosing to go headfirst down the slide rather than meeting the ground with her feet. The girl is pretty much myself in some ways, though I was never really a jumper... I did approach the world from a different perspective and chose to climb trees in order to gain another... I would have done the same on the slide. I did like playing it safe as the explorer rather than the daredevilesque fashion with which she seems to live. Though Vince was teaching her how to properly climb a fence which sits well with how I would have done things at her age.
I stilled suffered my share of injuries as a climber. It was monkey bars which had me tumbling to the ground and welcoming the cast which I've found in my mother's keepsake crate.
His youngest actually fits my own description in her playstyle... climbing higher on the playsets than we could directly reach and forcing us to become helicopters hovering around her but her sister seems to follow me around more. I have an e-skate backpack with tow cable which she likes to be pullied around with while sitting on a longboard and she's more into my character voices. His youngest is shy and standoffish much like myself. Perhaps a bit less quiet at times but I could see her finding the most secluded, smallest cranny of a playground to hide in until recess is over as I did.
We made good use of the entire park and near the end, as I was towing his oldest around the playsets nearly half an hour like somie sort of horsedriven NASCAR on the surrounding paths for what Vince calculates was beyond half an hour... his youngest seemed tired and eventually fell into a waking rest tucked into the wagon for the return trip... I towed her sister the whole way home in one fitting burst of speed in the final straight toward the house from the stopsign all the way back to the driveway. These are the moments during which cardio pays off.
Longboard and cycling endurance is king for kids.
Arriving home, we let out dad's dogs and with a flourishing transiton here, we ourselves wound down the day with a patio picnic of hot dogs, Bush's beans and mac 'n cheese. Vince grilled up the dogs and I heated the rest on the stove inside, setting out everything for assembly at the kitchen table.
After dinindg and watching the pups explore the yard around us, I let them in so the kids could have their turn out there. Vince's discs got some play time... one of which is now precariously positioned above the guest room. (sorry)
I personally wound myself down watching the remainder of Cartoon Network's new Harry Potter special featuring all the actors returning to Hogwarts for an emotional reunion which had me a bit nostalgic and often teary eyed... an actual teardrop fell to my cheak during one of Emma Wattson's recollections. Her, Rupert and Dan are family... a decade of life and experience as siblings filming one of the lonest filming sessions I know of... to be there with each other and so many of the cast, many of whom are my age... there's a sort of connection... I feel it within their presentation and that kinship is touching... relatable.
Finished the show with a warm heart and moist eyes yet the dogs kept me company, offering love and snuggles.
A good day... It truly was. A beautiful day.
We began the day's adventure with both of the kids lazily packed into the faded red wagon within which my sister and I long ago, so full of their youth, bathed our dog Cinnamon. The one I believe we inherited from one of our own parents. We set out after lining the bottom with aged and storied blankets from Gramma and Grampa's old house.
I started the trip on my top mounted Bustin longboard, chasing them slowly, bending down low to the ground acting as though I were some sort of radical veloceraptor manimal thing... growling and shaping claws with my hands as Vince took on speed and I gave chase. Pretty fun... this went on at for a at least a neighborhood block.
Once arriving at the park, we set everything in the shade and the kids went on their way. Their were kids around and everyone seemed well supervised. One group watched by what seemed their slightly older sister, a few parents here and there whether actually engaged or just passing through. I like that park. It's old and weathered yet peaceful and trusted.
As usual, Vince's oldest was climbging and jumping as though she were a daredevil... jumping a few monkey bars in to start climbing, rebelliously choosing to go headfirst down the slide rather than meeting the ground with her feet. The girl is pretty much myself in some ways, though I was never really a jumper... I did approach the world from a different perspective and chose to climb trees in order to gain another... I would have done the same on the slide. I did like playing it safe as the explorer rather than the daredevilesque fashion with which she seems to live. Though Vince was teaching her how to properly climb a fence which sits well with how I would have done things at her age.
I stilled suffered my share of injuries as a climber. It was monkey bars which had me tumbling to the ground and welcoming the cast which I've found in my mother's keepsake crate.
His youngest actually fits my own description in her playstyle... climbing higher on the playsets than we could directly reach and forcing us to become helicopters hovering around her but her sister seems to follow me around more. I have an e-skate backpack with tow cable which she likes to be pullied around with while sitting on a longboard and she's more into my character voices. His youngest is shy and standoffish much like myself. Perhaps a bit less quiet at times but I could see her finding the most secluded, smallest cranny of a playground to hide in until recess is over as I did.
We made good use of the entire park and near the end, as I was towing his oldest around the playsets nearly half an hour like somie sort of horsedriven NASCAR on the surrounding paths for what Vince calculates was beyond half an hour... his youngest seemed tired and eventually fell into a waking rest tucked into the wagon for the return trip... I towed her sister the whole way home in one fitting burst of speed in the final straight toward the house from the stopsign all the way back to the driveway. These are the moments during which cardio pays off.
Longboard and cycling endurance is king for kids.
Arriving home, we let out dad's dogs and with a flourishing transiton here, we ourselves wound down the day with a patio picnic of hot dogs, Bush's beans and mac 'n cheese. Vince grilled up the dogs and I heated the rest on the stove inside, setting out everything for assembly at the kitchen table.
After dinindg and watching the pups explore the yard around us, I let them in so the kids could have their turn out there. Vince's discs got some play time... one of which is now precariously positioned above the guest room. (sorry)
I personally wound myself down watching the remainder of Cartoon Network's new Harry Potter special featuring all the actors returning to Hogwarts for an emotional reunion which had me a bit nostalgic and often teary eyed... an actual teardrop fell to my cheak during one of Emma Wattson's recollections. Her, Rupert and Dan are family... a decade of life and experience as siblings filming one of the lonest filming sessions I know of... to be there with each other and so many of the cast, many of whom are my age... there's a sort of connection... I feel it within their presentation and that kinship is touching... relatable.
Finished the show with a warm heart and moist eyes yet the dogs kept me company, offering love and snuggles.
A good day... It truly was. A beautiful day.
