And Who Should Show Up

All plans for the weekend were changed in an instant.  There was a frenzy of straightening up and vacuuming the dog hair.  Well, maybe not a frenzy  but  there was some activity.  Dust the guest room, fluff the pillows, company’s coming.  With almost no notice, our daughter came home.  We got to spend a day together talking, walking the beach and eating.  Amazing how family times always come down to food.  Whether its home-cooking or eating at your favorite restaurant, that’s where connections are remade.

Anyway, Sunday became family day and we didn’t get to the kite fly.  All intentions were to fly together as a family.  But talk got in the way.  And did I mention food?  We did get to the kite shop for a visit.  And to beg forgiveness for not shoeing up to fly.  Since we brought the reason with us, we were forgiven and had a nice although short visit.  Then it was off to the beach for a walk in the sand.  You see, living your whole life at the beach and then moving to the mountains leads to some serious withdrawal problems.  And they just don’t go away over time.  More talking, more food and some indoor beanbag bocce ball and the visit was over.  Too fast.

So what does one do when the company leaves?  Well, go fly a kite, of course.  The winds were in the perfect range for some Vamp Devil flying.  The temperatures had moderated a bit and the skies were mostly blue.  We grabbed a couple of kites and made up for the missed flying day.  My husband committed himself to flying a quad line kite.  We have matching Vamp Devils and he decided that Monday was the day to learn how to fly his.  And he did quite well.  Yes, there were some crashes but no damage.  Some tangled lines but no breaks.  He even managed a reverse launch on his own.  Although he’ll tell you he has no idea how he did it.  We even got both Vamp Devils up together.  I should clarify that our Vamp Devils are not exact matches.  They are more of a set.  Mine is black with red accents.  His is red with black accents.  And they looked pretty good in the sky.  It won’t take long before my husband is comfortable with his and we can work on some team flying.  But first we must work on those landings.

Our local kite festival is only ten weeks away.  I’d better start thinking about a routine.

Fair Winds All.