The Park

Mr. Morgan has had a fascination with model rockets long before I knew him. Over Christmas of 2008, he bought a model airplane. He says he "bought it for Claire," but, let's be honest, he loves them and gets more excited about flying them than she does. There was a catastrophic crash during one of the first flights: Mr. Morgan repaired the plane, and since Christmas he's been storing and protecting the airplane in hopes of flying it again.

Tonight we went to the park down the street to do just that. We took the puppies and Claire, too. It was windy once we got there, but Mr. Morgan was determined to fly. The first flight was a nosedive into the ground, and if there had been any fuel on the plane, the second would have been an explosion. With the plane in pieces, we gave up, feeling a little disappointed.


















We walked to the playground nearby so Claire could play. Claire was much more successful at jumping and reaching the handle of the slider that we'd been at flying the plane.