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Return to Dupont

Friday 09 April 2021 | 0 Comments

"You guys from out of town?" the cyclist asked coming to a slow stop as he navigated the steep downhill that we were climbing.

"Not really -- we're from Greenville." I figured being only 50 miles away doesn't exactly make us tourists.

"Well, most people around here go the opposite way on this loop and go down this hill," he said, I suppose trying to be helpful, but it came across to me as a little -- I don't know, annoying somehow.

"But what about those of us who enjoy hard climbs?" I wanted to say, but thinking I might be only speaking for myself, I said nothing.

"Yes, it seems like it would be more fun," K agreed.

Our interlocutor headed off down the hill, and added, as if he'd read my annoyance and wanted to soothe it and simultaneously aggravate it, "Of course, it's your choice."

Just before December, we went to Dupont forest for some cycling. It wasn't exactly what we'd planned. But since then, the Boy has asked us several times when we're heading back. Today, we finally made it.

And afterward, there was mulch to spread and bikes to wash.

Playing with the Hose

Wednesday 07 April 2021 | 0 Comments

The Day After Easter

Monday 05 April 2021 | 0 Comments

A bit of relaxation in the morning.

A little exploration in the afternoon.

A little soccer in the evening.

Comforting the Boy

Wednesday 31 March 2021 | 0 Comments

The Boy and I are finishing up the classic Where the Red Fern Grows. I remember my fifth-grade teacher reading that to us, and I knew how it ends: both Old Dan and Little Ann, the protagonist’s beloved hounds, die. We reached that part today, and it brought the Boy to tears.

“I’m just remembering Bida and Nana,” he said. “I miss them. I want them back.” He sobbed for a while as I comforted him, continually talking about memories he had with them.

After a while, when he was calming down, I asked the Girl to bring in a box of tissues.

“What?” she asked.

“A tissue box.”

“What?!” she asked again, incredulously.

“A tissue box!”

“Oh, I thought you said ‘a fishy box.'”

And like that, the tears turned to laugher.

Spring Monday

Monday 29 March 2021 | 0 Comments

Friday Evening

Friday 26 March 2021 | 0 Comments

The Boy has decided he needs to do more conditioning to improve his soccer game. Tonight, he ran a series of interval training exercises that we kind of made up as we went along. Then he decided he wanted to make up his own.

He struggles a bit this year in soccer. He’s one of the youngest on the team, and as a result, he’s less aggressive/experienced than others and a bit slower than many of them. To his credit, he’s not giving up, though he wanted to at first. The thing is, he actually likes playing soccer, and that makes all the difference.

In the evening, I took the dog for a walk and discovered our neighbor had started his weekend backyard fires. Perhaps I’ll go over for a visit tomorrow night.

Games

Saturday 20 March 2021 | 0 Comments

The Boy had two soccer games today. His team won them both, but the second game was a real bruiser. The kids on the other team were much more aggressive than any other kids we’ve encountered. Fouls don’t occur in eight-year-old soccer, but these kids fouled. They pushed and shoved, getting very physical in almost all aspects of the game. Still, our boys managed to pull out a 3-1 win.

E didn’t play for most of the game, though. He went in for about the last three minutes of the second half. My understanding was that the coach let the bench decide: leave the kids in who were doing well or get subbed in. They decided to let the kids who were already doing so well continue doing so.

The Girl is with K outside of Atlanta for a volleyball tournament. Their team won the first two matches they played but lost the final match. They took one set, though, so that’s always some little bit of compensation.

Finally, the Boy played a little guitar tonight. He’s decided it’s time to get serious about his playing, so I printed him out a simple chord chart, and off we went.

Full Circle

Thursday 18 March 2021 | 0 Comments

A year after the first day of school in quarantine, I got my first dose of the vaccine. A local hospital and the county school system partnered in an impressively well-organized effort to get all teachers who wanted the vaccine vaccinated. The school system had a single-day e-learning break and transformed two high schools into mass-vaccination sites.

But the important part of the day was after everything was done, and the Boy and I headed out for some exploring.

First Spring Sunday 2021

Sunday 14 March 2021 | 0 Comments

We are creatures of habit and ritual, and I am a blogger of habit and ritual for constantly pointing that out. But sometimes rituals fall away, replaced by others as we outgrow them or simply lose interest in them.

Exploring up the creek, trying to catch minnows, talking about snakes and snapping turtles -- these used to be nearly daily events in the spring and summer. Last year, though, the Boy and I didn't go out to the creek all that often.

But once we establish rituals, they seem to bubble up again from seemingly nowhere. Today, with his friend N over for a visit, the Boy regained his interest in the creek.