Without Child
28/06/08 07:31
We finally got that darn hummingbird feeder up and running. It’s a pretty little thing filled at all times with 2 cups of cool-aid red sugar water . Sure enough, they have been coming around to suck up the sugary sap oozing from the receptacles at the base of the feeder. Not in great numbers, mind you, and it is true that I’ve never seen more than one bird at a time at the feeder. In fact, I’m not at all certain that the birds I have seen over time are not one and the same. Hummingbirds are so small that I find myself squinting when one does appear just to make sure that it is not wishful thinking or worse. The funny part is that the feeder is no more than 10 feet away outside our back door. My only experience with hummingbirds in the past has been when I’ve seen them hovering in a stationary position over a flower while flapping their wings a million times a second. Very cool. They actually perch on the feeder while feeding so I guess it isn’t true that they always eat standing up or otherwise in mid-motion. I have a good mind to film the little fellas at the feeder but that is a subject for another day. Besides, to what end?
Evan has been on Cape Cod for the past week with his buddy, Noah, and his family. It is his first exposure to Cape Cod and I hope a memorable one. They are on the beach overlooking Barnstable Harbor in a fairly remote but beautiful section of the Cape. I had the unmitigated audacity to ask if they could see the Kennedy compound in Hyannis from their beach. In retrospect, I hope they aren’t died-in-the-wool democrats. I doubt that the season is fully underway given that school is just barely out so I trust the boys are not bored out of their cotton picking minds. There is only so much Monopoly and Twister that you can play before everything starts to muddle. We hear from him when he feels like calling and the conversations are brief as he always seems to have another appointment to keep. I think that is going to be a fact of life from here on out so we might as well get used to it. There are no good alternatives. All we can do is hope that he keeps his nose clean and that he uses good judgement in his selection of friends and situations. Then again, my boy, do go out on a limb from time to time. Just not too far.
Nancy and I have been consumed this week with putting the final touches on the dvd we created for Ev’s Babe Ruth team. We are just such good doobies. We weren’t at all sure that we were going to do this but decided we would as the end of the season came round. Not sure why exactly. Maybe just becasue it’s something that we’ve always done. Bad habits die hard. So, we invariably discover that we never have the time to do everything there is to do and something always suffers. Oh, the themes we chose could have been more interesting. Or, the video we took was not as clear as it could have been becasue we didn’t bother cleaning the lens before using the camera for the firt time this year. Maybe we would have taken a little more time to get better pictures of the boys. You know, closer up. Choosing the music takes a god awful long time and leaving that to the end can be disastrous. I have a good collection of baseball music and clips of game ambience, children clapping, and teens whistling so I throw them in when and where appropriate. It is all such a production. And then, Nancy wants to distribute the dvd to the coaches only as a thanks for the great season. My only question to her was, what is it about the word “team” that you don’t understand? She has come around to my way of thinking on this issue. Reluctantly, I might add.
Evan has been on Cape Cod for the past week with his buddy, Noah, and his family. It is his first exposure to Cape Cod and I hope a memorable one. They are on the beach overlooking Barnstable Harbor in a fairly remote but beautiful section of the Cape. I had the unmitigated audacity to ask if they could see the Kennedy compound in Hyannis from their beach. In retrospect, I hope they aren’t died-in-the-wool democrats. I doubt that the season is fully underway given that school is just barely out so I trust the boys are not bored out of their cotton picking minds. There is only so much Monopoly and Twister that you can play before everything starts to muddle. We hear from him when he feels like calling and the conversations are brief as he always seems to have another appointment to keep. I think that is going to be a fact of life from here on out so we might as well get used to it. There are no good alternatives. All we can do is hope that he keeps his nose clean and that he uses good judgement in his selection of friends and situations. Then again, my boy, do go out on a limb from time to time. Just not too far.
Nancy and I have been consumed this week with putting the final touches on the dvd we created for Ev’s Babe Ruth team. We are just such good doobies. We weren’t at all sure that we were going to do this but decided we would as the end of the season came round. Not sure why exactly. Maybe just becasue it’s something that we’ve always done. Bad habits die hard. So, we invariably discover that we never have the time to do everything there is to do and something always suffers. Oh, the themes we chose could have been more interesting. Or, the video we took was not as clear as it could have been becasue we didn’t bother cleaning the lens before using the camera for the firt time this year. Maybe we would have taken a little more time to get better pictures of the boys. You know, closer up. Choosing the music takes a god awful long time and leaving that to the end can be disastrous. I have a good collection of baseball music and clips of game ambience, children clapping, and teens whistling so I throw them in when and where appropriate. It is all such a production. And then, Nancy wants to distribute the dvd to the coaches only as a thanks for the great season. My only question to her was, what is it about the word “team” that you don’t understand? She has come around to my way of thinking on this issue. Reluctantly, I might add.