Catching A Bear
Catching A Bear
By Allan Olson
As we (Abigail and I) gazed out our new kitchen window and looked at the big yard still to be explored, we started discussing some of the things we can do in the yard.
Since there is still over two feet of snow in the yard, we have no idea what lies underneath that white stuff that won’t go away; however, we started talking about the things she and her three siblings will be able to do once the snow starts disappearing.
“You can’t go play in the water here,” I told her.
“When the snow and ice melt we can,” she said.
“Not here,” I replied. “It’s icky water.” At least it’s my understanding that what lies between the yard and the lake is a swamp.
“You can’t go by the water without mommy or daddy,” I said.
She agreed, solemnly nodding her head.
“You also can’t play in the woods without us, either,” I said. “Daddy or mommy will explore the woods with you.”
“It’s not hunting season,” Abigail said. “We can’t shoot deer.”
“That’s right,” I said. “We can’t shoot deer.”
“I want to catch a bear,” she said. “With a net.”
“A net . . .okay,” I said, wondering where this conversation would lead.
“Yes, the hockey kind,” she said.
“A hockey net,” I said questioning her.
“Yes,” she said, in all seriousness. “This summer we can catch a bear in a hockey net.”
Wanting to hear more from her wild imagination, I wanted to learn what her plans were for the bear after capture.
“What are you going to do with the bear once you catch it?” I asked.
“Drag it to the house,” she said.
“Then what?” I asked.
Thinking for a few minutes, she replied, “Leave it upstairs by one of the couches, and that’s it,” she said, firmly stating her final plans for this bear she plans to capture.
I’m not certain how we will accomplish it, but I can guarantee that I won’t be encouraging this adventure.
As for my latest adventure in home ownership, it was a quiet weekend on the home front, experiencing no problems with the plumbing or electrical or anything else regarding the house.
A problem did arise when we got ready to go town on Sunday morning and I discovered a flat tire on the van. I could handle that, and changed the tire no problem, only then to discover it also had a dead battery. I went to town to purchase a battery charger and to get the flat tire fixed.
Back at home, I put the fixed tire back on the van and hooked up the battery charger. Three hours later it was charged enough to get things moving. A battery test at a local shop resulted in a replacing the battery.
Abigail was all intrigued by the flat tire and wanted to see it once it was fixed. I told her that she could see it when it was back on the van. I’m not sure if she ever did inspect it once it was back on the vehicle.
For this weekend, I’m hoping that I can get some more work done at home – hopefully without any expensive trips to town.
This home ownership gig sure is a lot of work.
Perhaps if I wait a few years, I can get the kids to do the work for me and I can just relax. They will all be older and not need as much supervision. Right?
Oh, and just for the record, I won’t be accepting any nets of any kind that might encourage my daughter’s imagination.
By Allan Olson
As we (Abigail and I) gazed out our new kitchen window and looked at the big yard still to be explored, we started discussing some of the things we can do in the yard.
Since there is still over two feet of snow in the yard, we have no idea what lies underneath that white stuff that won’t go away; however, we started talking about the things she and her three siblings will be able to do once the snow starts disappearing.
“You can’t go play in the water here,” I told her.
“When the snow and ice melt we can,” she said.
“Not here,” I replied. “It’s icky water.” At least it’s my understanding that what lies between the yard and the lake is a swamp.
“You can’t go by the water without mommy or daddy,” I said.
She agreed, solemnly nodding her head.
“You also can’t play in the woods without us, either,” I said. “Daddy or mommy will explore the woods with you.”
“It’s not hunting season,” Abigail said. “We can’t shoot deer.”
“That’s right,” I said. “We can’t shoot deer.”
“I want to catch a bear,” she said. “With a net.”
“A net . . .okay,” I said, wondering where this conversation would lead.
“Yes, the hockey kind,” she said.
“A hockey net,” I said questioning her.
“Yes,” she said, in all seriousness. “This summer we can catch a bear in a hockey net.”
Wanting to hear more from her wild imagination, I wanted to learn what her plans were for the bear after capture.
“What are you going to do with the bear once you catch it?” I asked.
“Drag it to the house,” she said.
“Then what?” I asked.
Thinking for a few minutes, she replied, “Leave it upstairs by one of the couches, and that’s it,” she said, firmly stating her final plans for this bear she plans to capture.
I’m not certain how we will accomplish it, but I can guarantee that I won’t be encouraging this adventure.
As for my latest adventure in home ownership, it was a quiet weekend on the home front, experiencing no problems with the plumbing or electrical or anything else regarding the house.
A problem did arise when we got ready to go town on Sunday morning and I discovered a flat tire on the van. I could handle that, and changed the tire no problem, only then to discover it also had a dead battery. I went to town to purchase a battery charger and to get the flat tire fixed.
Back at home, I put the fixed tire back on the van and hooked up the battery charger. Three hours later it was charged enough to get things moving. A battery test at a local shop resulted in a replacing the battery.
Abigail was all intrigued by the flat tire and wanted to see it once it was fixed. I told her that she could see it when it was back on the van. I’m not sure if she ever did inspect it once it was back on the vehicle.
For this weekend, I’m hoping that I can get some more work done at home – hopefully without any expensive trips to town.
This home ownership gig sure is a lot of work.
Perhaps if I wait a few years, I can get the kids to do the work for me and I can just relax. They will all be older and not need as much supervision. Right?
Oh, and just for the record, I won’t be accepting any nets of any kind that might encourage my daughter’s imagination.
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