Monday, September 6, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Today's playgrounds suck.
Many of the greatest playgrounds I had growing up are now miniature versions of their former glory. Two story winding slides are now three foot tall plastic quarter turns. Ladders turned into short staircases. Chain bridges lost their sway. The gravel became rubber. Roller slides rolled away.
Actually, I'm OK with the last two. Rubber gravel is eco-friendly and awesome, and roller slides are creepy. I had a job in a factory where there were these stick-figure safety signs illustrating the many ways to get mangled. One such picture was pulled straight out of the head of a seven-year-old-me mid-roller-slide. Not pretty.
All of the playgrounds I had growing up worth sharing with a seven-year-old Milo have gone away.
But something I saw recently gave me faith that all is not lost. I just got back from a trip to Indiana, PA to see my wife's sister and family. One playground on the grounds of IUP was both new, safe, and awesome. Cue the evidence:
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
We're 2.5 days into the new window project, and we're finally doing something window related. That's the first cut of a brand new house-hole.
Notice the well lit room? Those are two of the four new lights in that room. Scope creep!
This is what I do when the other human occupants of my house are out.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Well, that philosophy is dead. I want more holidays, just like this, in my honor. My wife went out of her way to be spectacular today. The day started out with me mowing the yard...OK, that part was my own doing. It's hot out. I'm not mowing the yard in the evening...but after that we went to The Westside Local for brunch. Hadn't ever been there, but that place has what it takes to displace Potpie's as my favorite restaurant. One of the things we ordered was 'French Butter' for the Waffle. It came with butter already, but they offered a whole separate butter on the menu. Don't know what makes the butter 'French' but when we ran out of waffle to eat with the butter, we just ate the butter.
We then went to Shawnee Mission Park. Megan's intent was to Frisbee Golf there, but it was pretty freaking hot, and Milo's putt is pretty terrible, so we went down by the lake and lounged under that tree on the right instead.
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We spent a couple hours watching sailboats go by. (Milo if you're reading this, which you're not because you can't read, we're totally going on one of those sailboats a few Father's Day's from now).
Finally, we got home and Megan had not only made a delicious lemon cream pie, but written a lovely blog post. Thanks for the whole day. If I'd know Father's Day would be so sweet, I would have had Milo years ago.