Spring, Glorious Spring!

Its absolutely gorgeous outside today. Thanks to the power of Zyrtec I'm able to enjoy spending time outside this weekend. I met up with a few friends and we played some soccer and frisbee down at Hart field. There were two kite-fliers down there and it reminded me of a time when I was about six or seven when my Dad had put together one of those styrofoam / cheap wooden (the kind they make tongue depressors out of) model airplanes. My sisters and I had been so eager to walk down to the field to test the aircraft out, despite the fact that it was particularly breezy that day. There's no doubt that my Dad knew we probably should have held off for a day with a milder wind, but seeing how we were so excited he took us down anyway. We got one fair run with the airplane before it nose-dived into the ground. As I recall a rainstorm shortly followed. Looking back I can't remember if I was disappointed or satisfied with the test run, but what I can appreciate now is the fact that my Dad is always up for letting us try whatever foolish idea we had and continue to have to this day. My Mom is way more practical. I guess I'm pretty lucky in that respect, Mom and Dad provide me with a lot of room for deciding what's right for me because they approach life with different perspectives. Anyway, look at the tangents I've gone off on in this post. Whatever. Being organized when it comes to writing is overrated... kind of. As we learned in class this week that's the case with poetry at least. According to Rachel, its poetry so we can do whatever we want. Maybe that's part of the reason I can't do without it. Now enough with this computer, I need another dose of vitamin D.