My god! I've slipped off the ten-best-dressed list. Who would ever wear pink shoes with that outfit? So difficult to dress for a kite-flying outing at the beach during a nasty bout of the southerlies. And does that dress make my butt look big? Yep, and those tights make you look like an escaped munchkin from the Wizard of Oz.
OK. Enough about me.......Mark has been working with that kite for several weeks now - you know, aerodynamics and such. The tail is fashioned (get the connection?) from a disposable cleaning cloth (recycling is important in NZ) with a piece of driftwood on the end for ballast. Eureka! I think we've got it. Unfortunately, we didn't have enough string for a really exciting flight. Now, we're moving on to other kites, and a first-kite experience with the world's most hands-on grandson. I, being one for flash, wanted the airplane with the rotating propeller, but no, Mr. Conservative insisted that these modern ostentatious kites just don't hold a candle to the old-fashioned diamond-shaped kites from our youth. Weren't they paper? And didn't we spend an inordinate amount of time dragging them along the ground? Isn't Charlie Brown's still in that tree? Well, so much for fashion trends, the new kite is high-tech nylon with its own tail..........and a porpoise. Hope it doesn't drag us out to sea.
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