I have pulled up lame here in the last few days. I fell rollerskating and fully dislocated my shoulder. For now I am trying to do most everything one-handed, fortunately it was my left shoulder. You know, the worst part of all of it was that we were having a lot of fun when I fell. After much discussion, they still want to go again, when one of the girls in their class is having a birthday party at the rink. I probably will stay off the skates... for now.
On to the business at hand.
N had this to offer the other day, with the full story:
There on the right, under the moon is the evil (I think) Dr. Goo. In an epic, nighttime rooftop battle he is taking on (could I make this up?) The Drunkard. He holds a "flinger" which throws, er, flings, "glowing light bombs," one of which is heading right towards Dr. Goo.
I asked who that was on the far left and N informed me casually that he was one of The Drunkard's "not-evil minions."
Imagination. I can't really say I have taught it to these guys, I can truly say that within any child under the age of ninety, it lurks. I have mentioned before that I think N has a constant story running through his mind and I suffer the same disability. I have always called it Cartoonland, a wondrous place where every silly little thing imaginable becomes a cartoon in my mind.
For instance, as painful and as frustrating as this shoulder dislocation is and has been, there is still a part of me that sees that moment, just before I fell, in surprisingly cartoon-like clarity. There I am skating innocently along, I am not being stupid, I just get a little off balance, and for a few milliseconds, I go into a full blown Looney Toons mode; arms and legs akimbo, little action lines around my legs as I fall. I imagine a big "POP' above my head as the shoulder comes out of place and I land, on my back, and the skates wheels continue to roll as the realization that agony will soon ensue shows on my overly animated face.
Somehow it helps.
Well, who doesn't... ?