2.22: Beyblade, Old not Being Old, and School Decisions

I closed the door on the crazy gaggle of kids outside, aware of the power of 4th child. I didn’t have 4 children but often a 4th (and 5th, 6th, 7th, even 8th) shows up. The volume effectively doubles with each kid. After a while you can hear them down the block. After a while you can hear them in the afterlife. The thing that brings forth the most squeals of joy and disappointment is a game called BeyBlade. I enjoy playing it with them to a point. That point breaks off when the screams get out of control and or when it gets to the point where one kid is totally dominating every match over and again. We are at the point now where the kids are largely even. Mid kid has an advantage with one particular beyblade, but overall there is not a clear superstar. Well, maybe me. Of course last night I was utterly destroyed to the point where I was eliminated outright in the first round. New experience right there. It is all part of getting old or older. As they age and I age the sweet spot shifts away from me and towards them. Good for them. Not for me.

It doesn’t have to be that way. Check out James Harrison, a professional football player who is in one of the most physically demanding and thus youngest skewing positions in the league.

https://twitter.com/SInow/status/888078038021419008/video/1

Yep, that is an 1800 lb sled going backwards. Below he and his far younger group of teammates and friends are playing catch over a volleyball net. With a 100 lb medicine ball. 

http://www.nfl.com/videos/pittsburgh-steelers/0ap3000000820790/James-Harrison-s-IMPRESSIVE-medicine-ball-throw

Yeah, that happened. I’m planning on putting that game into play with my boys. Six pound variety though.

While I am on the subject of kids, I am in a strange place with the school situation. I realized recently that my eldest son has his heart set on a High School, but I don’t have any real desire to live within the boundary of that school. All three are in that district, leading me to recognize that I may be called upon to live in that district. Or drive.

Weak sauce.

 

Some Thoughts:

  1. Call. Coffee. Write.
  2. Funny how kids decide not to eat breakfast the moment you decide not to cook it. What ever happened to making cereal? Pop Tarts? Why does every morning require me to don the smile and apron of dear Aunt Jemima?