It’s winter and a lot of things suck about this season, particularly in Kansas. It’s cold. Bitterly cold, actually. Even when it’s not actually bitterly cold, Kansas gets windy and totally-adaptable temperatures become shiver-spreading snot-freezers.
The problem is that I have a toddler, and toddlers can only be kept in a house for about a week before the rage in their eyes becomes your eternal regret. Yesterday we decided to go for a walk.
When I was a kid my grandpa would take me on “adventures.” Generally it was just a long walk, and generally there would be something memorable about it. One time we found an arrow. Another time he found something vulgar scrawled in the dirt on the trail and used his shoe to cover it up. He never told me what it said. I have very fond memories of those walks so I intend to pass that on to my kids.
Thing 1 and I walked down to the park and she got up on the outdoor stage. She’s been singing a lot lately and any chance she has to get on the stage is a thrill for her. God help me.
So we played on the stage for a bit then walked down near the river. The water is pretty low, so a normally-submerged bank is visible, complete with mud, trash, and a lot of sticks.
She had picked up a smallish stick earlier in the walk, but we found a neat new stick with a 90 degree bend in it. She grabbed it and dubbed it her new walking stick. I found a good stick for myself and we made our way home.
We cleaned our sticks but she was a bit upset that hers had little knots in it that hurt her hands when she grabbed it. We grabbed dinner and went to mom’s house. She has tools. Lots of tools.
We scraped, sanded, cut and measured, probably not in that order, and ended up with a pretty sweet little walking-stick for Thing 1. She’s pretty proud of it.
And we did it using all of Grandpa’s old tools, so that was nice.
I’ll probably try to find some way to seal it and maybe color it a bit, but it’s smooth and kinda neat now. I’m kind of proud of it. Thing 1 sure loves it.