A Day of Edenistic Perfection

My daughters in-laws came to visit from the cheese state a few days ago. They were expecting nicer weather. Wouldn't you? What they got was cold and wet and windy, kind of like ice fishing. Wisconsin is so much more...northerly, so of course the temp's should be milder here and the sun a little warmer and the bugs a lot more active.

In places like that people think it is great fun to pass the cold months on the ice in various attempts at entertainment. What else is there in the winter? Ice, snow, and more icy-snow. They ice fish, play hockey, ice skate and my favorite....ice hopping. You may not of ever heard of that one since I just made it up.

This is how you play: When the ice begins to melt and break away from the shoreline it can leave a watery gap betwixt land and ice cap. So, what else do you call it when someone gets it into their head that they are going to drive a fully loaded vehicle fast enough towards the frozen lake that their car will become airborne long enough to get them over that widening wetness, landing safely and dryly atop the frozen expanse of whiteness?

SOME-body has been watching too many action flicks.

That's what my son-in-law did. You're wondering right now, "Did it work?", my answer, "Of course not!". To actually spawn such risque ideas out of pure fool-heartiness (or laziness) one should never go unpunished. You could say he was knee deep in it.

They eventually got the car out with a little help from some laughing hyenas with four-wheel-drive and a twelve pack. They even caught fish, a cold, and a good razzing.

Such are the stories we parents love to share after our spawn has grown ( his mother told me that one). Once they reach at least 60 inches tall, are terminally embarrassed by us anyway, and they begin asserting themselves in an attempt to be accepted as our equals. It's our little way of saying, "I know all your secrets kid, and if you want them to stay secret ...heal!" (So, I spend a lot of time with my dog, whatever).

The drizzly chill finally gave way to Edenistic perfection. We had a great day today telling tales, and hunting mushrooms and flowers gone a-wall. Then they went on to Prairie State Park in Liberal ( I bowed out to continue planting) to watch the Buffalo that languish within it's boundaries.

Last time I was there I got stuck behind a wooly old hunch-back, big fat cow of a road hog. I could tell she was a cow on account o' her teets and the nappy little mini-me at her side yanking dinner from her sagging nipples. I hope they get as lucky. The kids would love that. And me? I'm going to bed early for a switch. Nightie-night ya'all!
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4/14/2005 11:20 PM