Thanks to my always-thoughtful brother-in-law Russ, my sister Jenny and her friend Sarah are enjoying Kiss in Virginia Beach as I type. I’ve been getting from-the-show text updates on ridiculous stage banter, effects, and what-not.
In their honor, here’s a recent pass at my favorite Kiss song. The handheld video is a bit shaky, but the audio sounds like it’s from the board:
I hope you have a good weekend.
The boys are heavily into Lego, just as I was.
They’re into building spaceships and cars, just as I was.
I was most of 30 years old before I really put Lego down. I can still remember my dad having a little fun with me for asking for, receiving, building, and enjoying the 8824 Hovercraft the Christmas I was 23 years old. (‘Course, then I busted him driving it around the coffee table after dinner.)
These days, one of my favorite idle occupations is to take whatever Lego pile one boy or the other has left on the couch cushion, the ottoman, or wherever, and build what I can with it. Generally it earns their approval. I built a scout/attack craft two weeks ago that is still intact. (He said, proudly.)
They recently learned that Dad’s Lego collection survives. It occupies all of the top shelf in his closet, complete with all of the instructions for the Whirl ‘n’ Wheel Super Truck, the Super Car, the Whirlwind Rescue, the Rally Van, the Technic Fire Engine, the Off-Roader, and many, many others. There are over 100,000 pieces up there, all meticulously organized into trays and compartmentalized boxes.
(Some of the kits are worth several hundred dollars on the collectors’ market now, but I’d never try to turn a profit on them. Legos are some of the greatest toys ever invented, and great toys are to be played with.)
Occasionally the boys remember they’re up there and get after me to get them down, and I will soon, but I think I’m going to wait until a cold night and/or weekend. There seems something proper about that.
Did some yard work at church before the boys’ soccer games, then did the same here afterward. It feels like I’ll wake up regretting that I didn’t use sunscreen. Gee, if I could find this level of physical activity three days a week and never stop, I could probably keep my atrocious diet. Yeah. So. [...]
Brenna died this morning. She was pretty close to exactly 15 years old. Lea and I got Brenna as a puppy at the Humane Society in the fall of 1995. Best anyone could tell, she was a Lab/chow/shepherd mix. We really enjoyed her. She had such an appealing mix of clown and seriousness about her. [...]
Both boys rang in their fall AYSO seasons this morning at 8:30. Nathan has graduated to a level where I don’t get to visit with him at all during the game. Before, when he was idle for a quarter, he was able to sit with me. Now, the teams are on the opposite sideline. Childhood’s [...]
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