|I am invincible!|
We went sledding on Sunday. Ben had a cold and I was a little wobbly from lack of sleep, but my buddy D called up and said he was bringing his kids to a nearby golf course for some sleddin'. Who could turn that down?
Ben is always game for running around in his snowsuit. I don't really grok why he thinks it's so much fun, but then again, I've never owned a snowsuit (to my knowledge). I've got a set of overalls for Halloween, but I rarely wear them since I perfected my pirate costume.
|Down with thee, sled!|
After much cajoling, I persuaded Ben to sled down the hill with me in the big orange sled. Sadly, I was positioned right behind the recently acquired crack. This meant that halfway down the hill, our sled became a cheese shaver, piling snow up under me. This quickly slowed us to a stop and raised me almost a foot.
|I did it!|
I knew he was feeling poorly, so when he wanted to be carried up the hill, piggy-back style, I agreed. Sadly, the sled's tow rope was broken, so I had to carry Ben and the sled up the slippery slope.
After two hours, that can start wearing a fella down. There was a moment though, that made it all worthwhile. After a very fine sled run, Ben pointed up and said, "Turn light on!" It took me a minute, but I realized that he was pointing at the sun, and wanted me to move the clouds out of the way.
As some of you know, that is beyond my power. I was pleased though that Ben had some faith in me. If I did have that kind of power, I promise that I would use it responsibly. You would all have health care coverage, to be sure.
It was a good day...different from what other folks were doing, but good. Thanks, Ben (and Bubba).