Today, after the storms passed this morning, was a wonderful day to fly a kite. My friend from California sent my children these backpack kites. They have no rods so can be stuffed into a sack to fly when ever the mood strikes. We do much kite flying when we are at the beach (We have sharks, turtles, my dad has a Peter Pan type pirate ship and my Dad salvages any kites left by tourists), but these kites are fabulous for the car and for a day when the winds are not howling. The kids fly them if there is even a breeze. Today was perfect. I could just hear the "Let's go Fly a Kite" song from Mary Poppins singing in the breeze. So, The Yellow Dog, my son, my daughter, and I flew kites. We had the two backpack kites going at the same time - until disaster stuck. My son got his kite caught in a pecan tree. I cannot imagine why he would fly so close to those trees, but he did!
What would any self respecting "wannabe" redneck do if a kite gets stuck in a tree? Just blast a limb from the tree to free the kite. Should I be proud? I am having a difficult time believing the images I caught with my camera. Is this the same man who was a currency options trader on the floor of the CME just 10 years ago? Before the children, before the country, before the gun (O.K. he has always hunted but in a more genteel manner) he would never have attempted such a feat of aim. Today, it just seemed natural.
I am still laughing!! How better to spend such a wonderful, breezy day than flying a kite!