A few people noticed the footnote I added to the Late Bloomers post, mentioning my parents’ idea of a relaxing Hawaiian vacation.
I wasn’t making it up:
Mom, getting hooked into her zip line. Please note that despite the white-knuckled, double grip she has on the strap, this woman is smiling.** She’d tell you it was a fear rictus, but I know that one, and this isn’t it.
I’m sure Dad is grinning like a maniac in this one (he’s on the left), but it’s tough to see it from this distance:
Dad: The only thing is, I hurt my arm.
Me: Oh, no. Did you wrench it on the zip-line?”
Dad: No, we were visiting the volcano later and I tripped.
Me: You fell off a volcano?
Dad: No, I fell on a volcano. That’s why it hurts.
I will mention again that Dad will be 79 on his next birthday, and Mom will be 73. I have approximately 35 years to figure out how to be this amazing.
Since they have no intention of slowing,*** or have any practical idea of what that means, I’d better start kicking it down.
*Crap! I still haven’t finished those socks I was going to give her for Christmas!
**Please also note that Dad waited until she was all buckled in to take this photo.