and there’s a video

Pretty much I only can manage words.

I take some photos here and there because the iPhone has made everyone a suitable photographer.

But it’s words mainly for me.  Words that keep me up at night and words that burst forth, needing an outlet and begging for a listening ear.  Words that pay my bills and earn us a few luxuries now and again.

I leave the rest to other people.

And, goodness, am I ever grateful for the myriad of talents that other people possess.

Collaborating with friends has always been fun, always been a gift.  I love projects that bring me into partnership and community with others.

And, naturally, as I age – a tricky little thing keeps happening.  My friends age too.  And, even more interesting and curious, their children (and mine) age as well.

Funny how that works, right?

So the time comes (ever so shockingly fast, it seems) when I actually get to complete projects with the children of my friends.  

If that doesn’t make a person feel old, I don’t know what will.

Our beautiful Goalrilla basketball goal is standing upright and strong in our driveway.  And you’ve read the story of the goal here.

(And the story here of the guys who assembled the goal.)

I’ve got just one more Goalrilla story to share.  (For now, anyway.) Except, it’s not exactly a story with words.

It’s a video.

And it was filmed and edited by Travis, the talented son of one of my dear friends.  When I knew that I wanted to have a video of our Goalrilla experience, I thought immediately of Travis.  He’s competent and capable – and a terrific videographer.  He reminds me of the truth that age is not always the indicator of experience or quality.  Just as appearances are not the indicator for intelligence or kindness.  Or how any character trait cannot be fully determined by outward characteristics.  There’s always more to the story.

Thank you Travis, for compiling such a great video and thank you Goalrilla, for partnering with our family.  

This weekend I did not beat Otto in Around the World.  However, I DID best him in a game of regular old one on one.  Made it to 21 points before he did.  But just barely.  (Which says more about me than my nine year old, but whatever.)

Also, this week I had five boys between the ages of 9 and 13 at my house all day long and I have never been so thankful for the trampoline and the basketball goal which kept them all occupied outdoors the majority of that last sunshine-filled day before the rains hit us again.

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