Yesterday, I drove over to help a friend, Wade, left, and his wife Caroline, load up a U-Haul for a move from their mobile home to a house they've bought.
Wade & Caroline already had another friend David helping them, and David's little girl Rose, 6, was there trying to help as well.
I was the only one there who was facilitating Rose's help.
The others were -- how can I say this politely? -- mainly yelling at her to get out of our way, and other statements she was not finding particularly encouraging.
Little Rose just graduated from Kindergarten, and is highly near-sighted, and I suspect does not hear many encouraging words from anyone.
Here is little Rose, right. And, as her t-shirt says, she is a real sweetheart.
After we had spent two really-hard hours loading the U-Haul, Wade started offering me Bud Lights, and I started sitting down on the sofa to take breaks, perhaps even more than I was spending loading.
Wade was sitting beside me, petting his Rat Terrier, Jack.
Rose came over and gave me a hug. And I thought -- what did I do?
Then it dawned on me -- I had taken the time to notice little things, or lighter things, that Rose could carry by herself, or "help" me carry out to the truck.
She really needed to help. And I helped her, to help.
Nobody else let her help besides me. That must have been what the hug was about.
My esteemed and beloved father-in-law honored me in his Christmas letter this year -- the kind where you tell the world what your whole clan has done the past year, all 4 generations, and get it all on one page -- by saying that when I'm not sitting on a bench somewhere, I'm playing with my toy helicopters, but that it's totally selfless because I do it solely to share joy with little kids.
Actually he exaggerates, but then he's 83, so he can be forgiven for forgetting a few times when I do it for the sheer solitary enjoyment, as in my immediately-previous blog, Mosquito Fix. As one of my most-loyal 3 readers, he surely had read that.
Not that teaching younger generations how to play with my toys is not a big job! It certainly is, and one I take very seriously. Making work out of play is something I learned from my late father, the honorable Professor D.J. Haigler, Ed.D. -- which explains why I sometimes forget things, being an absent-minded professor's son. Daddy didn't have much time to play, so he insisted on doing it very efficiently. No time wasted.
So my son Justin and I were very serious about our play this past Thanksgiving in Dallas. I got him a toy fighter, we went over to his church, Bent Tree Bible Fellowship, and he flew the plane up on top of the building. I took some stills & video of that, but they didn't turn out too well, so you'll just have to take my word for that.
Then he took me over to HobbyTown USA, where I bought an EFlite Blade CX2 toy helicopter, and here I am left, opening the box at his house.
Notice he's sticking the camera in my face when I'm trying to get something done.
Wonder where he got that from?
Not only that, but he interviews me about the dang thing, while I'm simply trying to concentrate on how to charge the batteries up.
How in the dickens can I explain how to fly the dang thing when I've not only never flown it, but have not even charged up the batteries yet?
Where is the patience of the younger generation? Watch the video embedded below and see.
My regular readers -- all two of you -- will recall that my usual cover story for playing with my toy airplanes is to have some kid over for dinner, whom I can then teach how to play with it.
But some days, I'm left to admire the toy alone, right.
They say the difference between the men and the boys is the price of their toys, but, really, these toy helicopters are not that expensive. Maybe $39 at Radio Shack.
So I really should feel free to play with them whether I have a kid around as a cover story or not.
But work does interfere with my fun most days.
Today, however, I took the day off, and it being a slow-news day, got Becky to video me playing with the thing again.
And, naturally, now that I got the video uploaded to Facebook, I'm sharing it here:
Today we attended the Highland Jazz & Blues Festival at Columbia Park in Shreveport. We caught some songs by A.J. Cascio & the Two-Tone Blues Band, left.
The place was mobbed, right. We had to park 2 blocks away to find a place.
There was a cute chubby baby dancing to the music, below left.
And my sweet babe was smiling to the music, below right.
We got some footage of the band playing the Slim Harpo favorite, "I Got Love if you Want it."
That video was uploaded to Facebook and can be seen by clicking on it below:
What does an old guy do with an almost-4-year old? Heck if I know, but I had to think of something yesterday. This young couple with 3 little kids -- 2, almost 4, and almost 6, stay with us occasionally. They're kinda between houses. It's a long story too long to blog here.
Anyway, the dad was at work, and the 6 year old was invited out with another family, and the mom was upstairs with the 2 year old -- which left me downstairs to entertain the 4-year old. After he asked me how the dishwasher worked, and I decided he was a budding engineer, I thought maybe, just maybe, he might be old enough to fly one of my toy helicopters. I think the minimum age is 5 or 6, which explains why I do it so well.
Anyway, here I am with little Jackson, left, and one of the toy helicopters.
The kid was a natural. I couldn't believe it. He'll probably klep out of engineering school.
He had sense enough to notice that I had just the right touch and he didn't, so he actually suggested that I guide his thumb on the control so he could feel exactly how I did it. Once I showed him, he picked it up right away. Wonders never cease, even for an old guy.
When his dad got off work and his brother got home, he had to show them how to do it, and here they are, below right.
I thought -- a little child shall lead them.
I usually teach the dad, and let the dad show the biggest kid, and then have the biggest kid teach the next younger one, and so on.
But this time, it was the other way around. Even old guys have to be flexible.
I got some video footage of them flying it, and here it is:
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