Boomerang

I took the boys down to the park at the end of our street to test out a boomerang that my Uncle Pete had brought back as a gift to the kids from his vacation in Australia. (Thanks, Uncle Pete.) Like every boomerang that I have ever thrown, it did not come back. Remember the old joke: What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back? A stick. I guess even inanimate objects are defined by their actions.

For example, I say I’m a writer, but I’ll be damned if I can get a word down to start my book. I can write in a blog fairly easily, but for some reason, as soon as I tell myself, “OK, it’s time to work on the book!” my fingers freeze up. What do you call a writer who can’t write? Uh, Stuck?

After having Mayan run all over a sandy field after the bent stick, we decided to try out the playground. Lots of slides and swings and climbing things. (Rhyme!) Shade did really well on the jungle gyms. There were lots of railings to grab hold of, so he was able to scale the ladders and steps easily. He slid down the slides without plopping on the ground. And the biggie — he climbed a vertical pole and pulled himself up to the second floor of the gym. That took a lot of arm strength. I was down below in case he lost his grip. Not really sure what I would have done if he let go. The kid weighs 100 pounds now. If he dropped on me, it would be like catching a sack of potatoes. Shade also tried out the swings. I warned him, “Do not, under any circumstance, let go of the chains!” He managed pretty well swinging though his legs are so long now that they kept dragging up big plumes of cedar-chip dust. I think I may have to get him on the playground more often. Shade doesn’t think of it as therapy, but it’s as grueling as his gym workouts if not more so.

Last night was fun for the boys as my buddy Magic John (as the boys have named him) came over with his bag of tricks. He did a ton of card tricks, made coins and balls disappear, and showed us versions of three-card monte. He even had a wallet that would burst into flames when he opened it. He was kind enough to show Mayan how many of the tricks were done. He ultimate stomach-turning trick was swallowing a black bean and making it pop out from his eyelid. It put me off my dinner.

We’re still waiting on word about the wheelchair, but I did get a look at the bill. Those puppies run about $4,000! To put this in perspective, I bought my car for just over $1,000. That chair better have jet engines and a flame thrower! And a boomerang that comes back.

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. John Graham
    Feb 19, 2012 @ 18:43:01

    I don’t know what you’re talking about… A magician never reveals his secrets!!!

    Reply

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