Why Do Bagpipes Drone, And Why Do Kids Say The Funniest Things?
Well, another great weekend has come and gone. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping, but boy was it chilly in the shade! Oh well, at least I got the chance to get outside and enjoy the weather.
Saturday I walked down to the local outside basketball court with my friend. We were shooting some hoops when we were distracted by the sound of bagpipes (not something you usually hear in this area). We headed across the road to the public beach and found the source of the drone. There was an elderly man standing at the end of the boat dock playing the bagpipes while three sailboats were pushed from the shoreline into the lake. We watched them sail for a while as they zig-zagged across the water. The bagpipes then stopped as the man climbed into a motor boat and followed behind the sail boats.
On Sunday my friend and I got up enough energy to go for a bike ride. Biking isn't the easiest thing to do in this area since it doesn't matter which direction you go in, you know you'll be faced with at least one big hill to attempt to make it to the top of. We chose the way with the least amount of hills. We were out for a quite a while on our bikes. The good thing about this area is that there is a lot of really nice scenery. I have to admit it makes the cycling more enjoyable.
Over the weekend my friend and I got talking about some of the funny things kids have said to us. I recalled a time when I was berry picking with a group of children and one little boy, who had just turned three, needed to go to the bathroom. Since my house was not far away, I took the little boy and the rest of the children to my house. I took the three year old and showed him where the bathroom was and then stood outside the door and waited for him to finish. As he was sitting on the toilet I hear him call my name. I opened the door and poked my head in. "Yes?" I asked. He pointed to a picture on the wall of a little African American boy surrounded by mountains of toilet paper, and innocently asked, "Is that you when you were a little boy?" I didn't have the heart to tell him that I've never been a boy or African American, so as I tried to conceal my laughter I simply said, "No, I don't know who that is."
Saturday I walked down to the local outside basketball court with my friend. We were shooting some hoops when we were distracted by the sound of bagpipes (not something you usually hear in this area). We headed across the road to the public beach and found the source of the drone. There was an elderly man standing at the end of the boat dock playing the bagpipes while three sailboats were pushed from the shoreline into the lake. We watched them sail for a while as they zig-zagged across the water. The bagpipes then stopped as the man climbed into a motor boat and followed behind the sail boats.
On Sunday my friend and I got up enough energy to go for a bike ride. Biking isn't the easiest thing to do in this area since it doesn't matter which direction you go in, you know you'll be faced with at least one big hill to attempt to make it to the top of. We chose the way with the least amount of hills. We were out for a quite a while on our bikes. The good thing about this area is that there is a lot of really nice scenery. I have to admit it makes the cycling more enjoyable.
Over the weekend my friend and I got talking about some of the funny things kids have said to us. I recalled a time when I was berry picking with a group of children and one little boy, who had just turned three, needed to go to the bathroom. Since my house was not far away, I took the little boy and the rest of the children to my house. I took the three year old and showed him where the bathroom was and then stood outside the door and waited for him to finish. As he was sitting on the toilet I hear him call my name. I opened the door and poked my head in. "Yes?" I asked. He pointed to a picture on the wall of a little African American boy surrounded by mountains of toilet paper, and innocently asked, "Is that you when you were a little boy?" I didn't have the heart to tell him that I've never been a boy or African American, so as I tried to conceal my laughter I simply said, "No, I don't know who that is."

