Rollin on the River

It is amazing to me how time is not a constant. Last week zipped by. One day, it is the opening ceremonies of the Veterans Wheelchair Games in Spokane, I blink, and it is the closing ceremonies a week later. There was no time to sit down and write. It would have only gotten in the way of what was going on. So then I wonder why I write. Well, lem'me... lem'me tell ya. I'm driving my car, minding my own..... no that's not right.

I think writing what we did helps elongate the experience. I also tell myself that the kids need something to record what occupied their days before the grey matter solidifies in their heads. So I feel, and it rather blustery seems, and it rather blustery looks, like the writing is worth it in the end.

I was interested to see how the kids appreciated the Wheelchair Games. They had not seen that many chairs in one place before. We had our share of rather uncomfortable moments, where the kids would point, or stare, or comment out loud things that probably should have stayed in their heads. I was also uncertain about those "boring" times, when I have to wait in line, or converse with the other participants.
They had their moments of running amok. Like when I was doing an interview, and behind me, the twins are chasing each other. And when we went to the block party, Riles had hit the end of her rope. She would not accept the wrist band, and nothing was appealing. Topped off with totally crying when the guy on stilts came by. All in all, I think they got a lot out of it. And it appeared to be an enjoyable experience. We never had to "drag" them to anything. They cheered on whoever was competing at the time. I think they liked all the noise makers, despite Riles disdain of loud noise.
To have a good portion of the family there was a blessing. Mom and Dad had not seen the games live yet, and I think it impressed them. Regan Karl and Co made the trek from South Dakota, which added a nice flair to the events. I have been used to participating in the games on a "bachelors" schedule. While that provides one with an open schedule to do with as the individial pleases, it is also quite lonely. So, I missed on a few oportunities to socialize. I gained in sharing the experience with people who have shared interests. There was room to grow in patience in dealing with the twins and their schedule. It would be nice to be able to do this every year -from my perspective. But I think with the venue being a different city every year, and the compressed schedule as it is, the Veterans Wheelchair Games is not a good reunion venue. ...maybe the Winter Sports Clininc....hmmm. Having the games here in Spokane was a blessing, and I think we did well with what was presented.
-I feel rushed, wishing this was more polished, but having to post something before it is too late