From the, it-seemed-like-a-good-idea department comes this: let’s go to Austin and ride the zipline. Your full weight supported by a set of straps attached to a pully-thingie called a “Sled” which, in turn, zips you along a thing cable strung through trees and about 50′ over the valley floor. With only your gloved hand to act as a brake on the cable, mean old Mr. Gravity takes charge and cranks up your airspeed. Never one to apply caution in such ventures, my brake glove never touched the wire. Sandie seems cut of the same cloth. She could be heard howling with delight with every flight.  Come along and ride with us. Watch the video below and you can experience it first-hand via the DaddyMomCam mounted to our helmets.

I read Flanders Fields to the kids this morning. Sadly, it’s the first time all but one of them had heard it. May we always remember the gallant men who gave all for what we have today.

I’m about to wrap up a two day brain-cramming session at Wizard Academy. These trips nourish my soul and over-populate my to-do list. It’s also a healthy reminder that there are people in this business far smarter than I. The Eisneberg brothers taught a room of us all about optimizing web sites. My big take-away? I understand more than ever why I pay people to do most of this.

She was quick to correct me when I said, “Soon you’ll be gone.”

“Please don’t put it that way,” Grammy laughed.

How true. She will return in a couple weeks anyway to attend Kate’s Grandparent’s Day at Saint Agnes. (The JPII version event was canceled this year due to construction.) It’s always a happy day when I go find Grammy standing on the curb at Bush Intercontinental. Glad I won’t have to wait so long this time.

It seemed like a twig. But, what would a twig be doing in my tub? Why does a twig have moving arms and legs? That’s no twig. It was a baby walking stick. I scooped it up and put it on the vine on my patio. When I returned five minutes later, it had scampered halfway down. DaddyMom: a friend to nature. Well, nature that’s not creepy looking, anyway.