AN INCREDIBLES ADVENTURE!
I really don’t rightly know where to begin this marvelous adventure but I will try anyway. As I’ve said on occasion, life today is confusing to this befuddled old laborer. The fact is that Doña Grandma and I had to go to never, never land (Dallas) to have Grandpa Sancho’s mangled up old right leg checked out for possible corrective surgery.
We came back from that horrific adventure and arrived in East, TX, to spend a couple of days with our young knight Don Andrew and his little brother Don Matthew and the Duke and Duchess. Everyday is an adventure with them but Saturday was very special, I think. The Duke was out raising vast sums of money for the Royal Chorale of the East. We were confronted with this most exciting opportunity.
It has been many years since this befuddled old laborer has been to a drive- in theater. In fact he hasn’t even seen one for many years. When we were much younger we always went to $1-a-carload night. We loaded up Don Andrew, and a Suburban full of the rest of us and proceeded to the drive-in theater where we saw the opening of The Incredibles—which was quite incredible indeed. To start with, What happened to $1-a-carload drive-in theaters? This thing was $18-a-carload whether there was one or 100. Everyone there had a tailgate party with plenty to eat and fun for all. There were about a jillion kids running around all over the place.
We nearly froze to death. Heading home our young knight said, Grandpa, let’s say some of The Incredibles was good and some of it was bad. To this befuddled old laborer that was about like saying, Let’s say we enjoyed the movie, but we really didn’t.
We did have a good time watching this little girl run around in circles and squares in the theater parking lot. Someone’s horn alarm went off for 3 minutes. An airplane or two took off and landed at a nearby airport. There was no Nina Moon because it was cloudy. We had a great picnic with lots of good food and popcorn. But, as for The Incredibles---someone at Pixar had a really bad nightmare on that one. The DSM-IV-TR probably does not hold enough categories to accommodate the members of this dysfunctional family of super heroes. Not all adventures can be perfect but to get to hold the young knight in my lap for a couple of hours was well worth the cold and all the other effort and money that went into it all for this befuddled old laborer.
We came back from that horrific adventure and arrived in East, TX, to spend a couple of days with our young knight Don Andrew and his little brother Don Matthew and the Duke and Duchess. Everyday is an adventure with them but Saturday was very special, I think. The Duke was out raising vast sums of money for the Royal Chorale of the East. We were confronted with this most exciting opportunity.
It has been many years since this befuddled old laborer has been to a drive- in theater. In fact he hasn’t even seen one for many years. When we were much younger we always went to $1-a-carload night. We loaded up Don Andrew, and a Suburban full of the rest of us and proceeded to the drive-in theater where we saw the opening of The Incredibles—which was quite incredible indeed. To start with, What happened to $1-a-carload drive-in theaters? This thing was $18-a-carload whether there was one or 100. Everyone there had a tailgate party with plenty to eat and fun for all. There were about a jillion kids running around all over the place.
We nearly froze to death. Heading home our young knight said, Grandpa, let’s say some of The Incredibles was good and some of it was bad. To this befuddled old laborer that was about like saying, Let’s say we enjoyed the movie, but we really didn’t.
We did have a good time watching this little girl run around in circles and squares in the theater parking lot. Someone’s horn alarm went off for 3 minutes. An airplane or two took off and landed at a nearby airport. There was no Nina Moon because it was cloudy. We had a great picnic with lots of good food and popcorn. But, as for The Incredibles---someone at Pixar had a really bad nightmare on that one. The DSM-IV-TR probably does not hold enough categories to accommodate the members of this dysfunctional family of super heroes. Not all adventures can be perfect but to get to hold the young knight in my lap for a couple of hours was well worth the cold and all the other effort and money that went into it all for this befuddled old laborer.
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