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playground at last
Sep. 29th, 2004 07:14 pm.
The weather was nice enough today I could take Sarah to a playground. There was some microscopic drizzle, which we ignored. This is the same playground where one day we were in the two swings whose chains weren't broken. I took a backswing, and things happened in slow motion. The tension felt wrong; I was going back too far; I rubbed the ground with my shoulder, my neck, my head; I slid on the ground; I stopped; the severed chain landed. Oh. The swing broke. Sarah asked me if I was okay, and I gave some sensible answer. There was an interesting shape sculpted in the sand under the swingset, with the broken swing adding corroborative detail. I was a little stressed and didn't take advantage of the photographic opportunity. Playtime was over. I had sand buried in my scalp and stuffing my clothes. A shower soon after helped a little.
Attention swung to the broken swings. I called a repair place and Leroy agreed to come out and see how much it would cost to fix them. As it turns out, he saw that fixing them was trivial and he did it then and there for no charge, so the swings are fixed again. And today (Wednesday) it was nice enough, despite this eternally hovering storm, that we managed to enjoy ourselves for a while.
When we got home, we saw that the yellow machines put in the new street today. No more gouged old asphalt -- it's new from curb to curb (and the curb is new in places). The manhole covers are now flush with the road surface. I expect that means the center of the cul-de-sac is pretty high and we should have some drainage next time it rains hard. I'm the hopeful sort. We'll know soon enough.
Sarah has fond memories of the fire trucks from the weekend, and has expressed a wish to go see them again. We'll have to take her. She also says she'd like to see the SPCA petting zoo again, which we pass on the way home most days.
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The weather was nice enough today I could take Sarah to a playground. There was some microscopic drizzle, which we ignored. This is the same playground where one day we were in the two swings whose chains weren't broken. I took a backswing, and things happened in slow motion. The tension felt wrong; I was going back too far; I rubbed the ground with my shoulder, my neck, my head; I slid on the ground; I stopped; the severed chain landed. Oh. The swing broke. Sarah asked me if I was okay, and I gave some sensible answer. There was an interesting shape sculpted in the sand under the swingset, with the broken swing adding corroborative detail. I was a little stressed and didn't take advantage of the photographic opportunity. Playtime was over. I had sand buried in my scalp and stuffing my clothes. A shower soon after helped a little.
Attention swung to the broken swings. I called a repair place and Leroy agreed to come out and see how much it would cost to fix them. As it turns out, he saw that fixing them was trivial and he did it then and there for no charge, so the swings are fixed again. And today (Wednesday) it was nice enough, despite this eternally hovering storm, that we managed to enjoy ourselves for a while.
When we got home, we saw that the yellow machines put in the new street today. No more gouged old asphalt -- it's new from curb to curb (and the curb is new in places). The manhole covers are now flush with the road surface. I expect that means the center of the cul-de-sac is pretty high and we should have some drainage next time it rains hard. I'm the hopeful sort. We'll know soon enough.
Sarah has fond memories of the fire trucks from the weekend, and has expressed a wish to go see them again. We'll have to take her. She also says she'd like to see the SPCA petting zoo again, which we pass on the way home most days.
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