Thursday (June 13th) was a good day for Team
Slap.
It didn’t start out that way, as befits any good tale –
where’s the drama in perfection? At the last moment I checked my calendar and
found that LuLu and Smiley had a dentist appointment at 9 a.m. Oops. That was bad enough, but it turns out I
was wrong about the time, and we sat in the waiting room for an unnecessary
half hour.
Both kids were there to have cavities fixed, and LuLu went
first. Within a few minutes the dentist called back to the exam room, where Lu
was steadfastly refusing to open her mouth claiming (and this was the first I’d
heard of it) a fear of needles. After briefly resuming the argument the dentist
gave up and recommended I take her to a specialist in pediatric dentistry.
Since I can’t afford this, I wooed Lu and convinced her to
continue. She reneged on her agreement,
and was promptly removed to the waiting room. Smiley then went in and
conducted his business with unflappable English resignation, although I credit
this simply to wanting to show up his sister, as he is normally quite afraid of
the dentist.
Lisa later expressed her dissatisfaction with my failure to
convince Lu.
Lunch and a nap followed, and then we gathered outside to
take our bikes out of their winter quarters in the shed. The news wasn’t good.
Of the six bikes we have for five of us (mine was stolen last June), one had
had a bad chain, two had cracked tires
that wouldn’t hold air, one had a front tire that was loose and later found to
be leaking air, and the sixth was too small for anyone.
I fixed up the small bike by raising the seat and handlebars
so at the very least Junie could ride it around the alley, but it won’t do long
term. I fixed the loose wheel and tinkered with the others, but all in all it’s
a shambles, and I don’t know where I’ll find the money to fix or replace them
all.
Here comes the good news though.
Last week, when I took the mower Lisa bought me for Father’s
Day 2012 out of storage, it refused to start.
I was told I’d gummed up the carburetor by failing to remove the gas
over the winter, which in my ignorance I had no clue was necessary. Lacking the
funds to fix it right now, I made do with the awful rotor mower I inherited
from my Big Grandpa. On a lark I tried
the power mower again yesterday, and it started! Oh, it belched black smoke for
awhile, but it came to life with vigor and I mowed the lawn, then, feeling
inspired, took out the trimmer and finished the job.
Hot dog!
Then even bigger news – Smiley learned to ride a bike!
Lu took him out to the alley and had him practice on one of
the bikes, and like the Mother Hen she is she was calm and collected as she
instructed him. Then, to our surprise, she let go and he rode down the alley.
Lisa and I both let our a roar and threw our arms in the air! We’ve been trying
for two years to teach the boy, and he’s always been too squeamish to master
it, which was directly at odds with Lisa’s insistence that bike riding is a
prerequisite for childhood. Again – hot dog!
Feeling all warm and family-ish, I grabbed our mitts and
headed to the alley for a game of catch with Smiley. Lisa joined us for awhile,
and soon Junie had designated herself as the ball girl, running after each
missed ball as it traveled down the alley, which relieved me of the worst part
of catch. Lisa then went and played some volleyball with Lu, but once I heard
the kid start to whine I knew it was time to pack it in and go inside.
After a quick but improvised dinner Lisa and I cuddled on
the couch and watched Dateline.
To finish off the night, while in the car the
radio provided me with perfect driving music: Nine Inch Nails, GNR, Black Sabbath,
Van Halen (Hagar), ABBA and One
Direction.
All in all, a great day J
