Smitten August 4, 2007
Posted by carpebanana in : Bananalets , 2commentsYesterday was a day at the amusement park followed by a ball game followed by fireworks. Major end-of-summer blow-out as we are back to school full-time starting Monday. Anywho.
First, an aside. The Toboggan is quite possibly the most evil device ever built but effective for getting quick prayers thrown heavenward, as when you emerge from the vertical assent up the dark tunnel of death, first you see nothing of a supportive nature (not good considering your position and relative speed) and then you see how rusted out the insubstantial, winding tracks on which your life now depends are, a fact which you could in no way judge from the ground, however, if I had had the forsight to check out the manufacturer’s plate prior to being closed in the metal cage with an enormous also rusty cottering pin by a young man with his lip pierced in several places, I would have thought twice about entrusting my life and some of my children’s to something made by a company called “Chance” in the first place, being a Calvinist and believing in God’s sovereignty, as I reminded myself more than once during the descent. And that run-on is nothing compared to the long stream of thoughts of death and entombment in said metal cage which spin through your mind during this brief but regretably memorable ride. No one who has gone on that ride will ever question the existence of evil. Anywho.
We had a short while between riding the rollercoasters and being in our seats for the opening pitch but could really use a quick dose of airco so we stopped for pre-game eating at Target. Where a most unusual incident occurred. Suddenly I was smitten by a flying straw wrapper hitting me in the chest, and Mr Music (the source of the straw wrapper) was repeatedly and loudly telling me to, “Look at him! Look at him!” (pointing at Devastatingly Handsome). I looked at DH who looked OK to me, just as Mr Music announced, “I’m Cupid.”
Who knew Cupid has gone modern? Now it’s straw wrappers at Target instead of arrows around Olympus. Be forewarned.