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"THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS SANCTUARY"...  So goes the line in the old Logan's Run movie.. And so goes the feeling we have with the nephew.. Only the difference is instead of there is no sanctuary it seems to be "there is no such thing as tomorrow"...  He geuinely seems afraid to go to sleep and only really does so under extreme protest.. Mom says he wrastles through the night, restless sleep taking on the world, and the sleep monkey with equal vigor..  He never used to be this way before he was forced o go with his mom to Poland during their immigration situation.. Getting that straitened out and with his insecurity towards many things he also came back with a stammer that rivals Mel Tillis..

So after the forth of July we assessed the damages and there it was.. One of the firsts ever that I know of.. A scud missle, or the remnants of said same.. The cone was just a few feet from the rocket itself.. I gotta tell you, it isn't that the rocket was in the yard in two pieces that made me wonder, it was the way it was built.. Or more to the point the materials used.. The most any rocket we had from back in the day were built with cheap materials in paper and balsa wood fins.. This was built with plastic cone and as well very sturdy plastic .. heavy plastic not just slight..  And that means this firework had to have a pretty good engine thing..   No parachute though.. I remember the old firework parachute, I always wanted to retrieve it to play with later.. But it usually burned from being shot it the air or from the explosive that deployed it..  Friday night was cool though as after we got done eating we turned on the deck lights and sat and watched the "rockets red glare" all around us as the bugs ate a nice hearty meal...  But it was fun.  One of those family get togethers that seems to rarely happen but is the reason why it is great to have..  Coming soon.... FOOTBALL SEASON...

Badge  Henry

(P.S.  had to add one last thing.. Hell didn't freeze over today: While it is a little cooler it isn't cold.. And do you know why??  Yesterday was Ian's (the nephew) final T-ball  game of the 2014 season.. They finished 7-7-7 in seven games played.. in other words they won seven, or lost seven, or tied seven depending on who you talk to..   And the little sluggers mom made a no show for the season.. That's right 0-fer... Now technically she did bring him to the park for one game but she made it quite clear she wasn't there to watch the game.. And it isn't because she doesn't understand the game, she doesn't.. And it isn't because she had troubles with her little toddler (the other nephew)..  It was because she had something better to do.. And what is that you might ask that is more important than watching your first born play a game for what is about an hour??  She had candy crush to play.. That's right she has an addiction but it isn't drugs.. It's a stupid game.. The game before this was Farmville.. She would spend every waking and even most of the night playing that bit of idiocy before changing and going off the deep end with candy crush.. Wildly stupid in it's design, it seems to be like the early version of games like mean bean machine.. Only this seems to have a heroin quality to it.. Same was with Farmville... What is that about??  I tried the college football version but got bored out of my nut.. Same with that rock trivia game.. I would play the era I knew but no one wanted to play me in rock trivia, they would rather play me in the shit they call rock from now, but since rock and roll died in the late 80's no one wants to fathom a guess as to what to call it.. I call it shit music that barely qualifies as music.. And the shit from now ... Id rather hear a burp and fart contest.. It's unreal.. There is absolutely nothing in America worth ...    No wait.. What was I talking about??  Rant?? Me rant??  No.. Nah.. what??  rant???  )

(P.P.S.  Hell didn't freeze over because she didn't show for the final game of Ian's T-Ball career.. Highly likely he won't play T-ball ever again mostly because from here on out I think it's a different form of baseball.. The T is gone and replaced with a pitching thingy.. Not sure but I saw a spring loaded do-hicky..  But even at that I have doubts he will play. I'd love to see him give it a try..   It left us with this quizzical look on our faces of   "but why not show up and support him"?????     That qualifies as just plain weird... Sorry but ...  it just does... )