Yet another expensive hobby

So, I’ve been bashing around with remote control cars since I was a kid. Not the Radio Shack specials, mind you, but the hobby-class, racing style cars and trucks. You know, the ones you need to re-mortgage the house to afford, not to mention all the accessories you *have* to have to make the whole set up mint. David has been catching some of my interest in this hobby, and sometimes he and I will sit and work on our cars together. There’s a local R/C racetrack near us, and I’ve begun to take some practice laps actually racing this thing. It’s a lot harder than it looks, and certainly more difficult than bashing the front yard bushes.

The two best boys in the world

Did I mention that I love my wife and kids?

A.I.S. 40th Annual May Powwow Headaches

So, the American Indianist Society (AIS) puts on two Indian powwows a year, one in October and the other in May. Last year I decided that I would be the powwow chairman, which basically means that I got to do all the work, and worry about everyone else doing their job too. As if I wasn’t masochistic enough, I decided to agree to run this year’s powwow as well. Let’s just say that this will be the last one I run for a long time. People seem to be almost deliberately trying to make this a difficult task by saying “NO” to every ask for help. I’ll be glad when this one’s over!

The one that got away…

So David wanted to go fishing today after I got home from work. Despite the fact that the black flies almost carried both of us away, we had fun anyways. David isn’t even 4 years old yet, and he can cast and reel a spinnerbait by himself, over and over. (Although while casting he did hit me in the ribs with the bait once tonight). He didn’t catch anything, and all I got was a smallish pickerel (aka. lake snake) which I gladly released back into the scummy blackness of Paradise Pond. Good lad n’ dad time.