It has been entirely too long since our last blog entry in the Robinson review. Enough of the fluff stuff, here is the rub.Erin finished her tumbling season (e.g. the end of the school year) with her review in the Canyon View High School auditorium. Her group’s part was short but did not lack entertainment value. Even when there wasn’t tumbling to be done, Erin took it upon herself to dance to the music. Amy even took video with the intent of posting a short clip on this blog, but the computer with the video camera software has an advanced virus. We posted a photo of Erin in her tumbling regalia instead. By the way, have you ever seen a 5 year-old who can do a one-handed cartwheel? Erin was my first.
The Robinson Family boys have also returned from the annual spring fishing trip at Lake Powell. Suffice it to say, the company was great, the food divine, and the fishing meager. Despite doing little damage to the fish population I kept busy changing lures for Tyrel and taking hikes up out of the canyon.
The trip was rejuvenating for me. I am reminded of a quote by Luis Marden who wrote, “Fishing is solace… the opposite of war, a civilized, gentle, and healing occupation.” I wouldn’t mind trying to be a sport fisherman for a living, but then it probably wouldn’t be fun (I’d still like to try).
The fairer half of the family (Amy and Erin) reveled in the spoils of the tropics during a visit to Hawaii. I have a personal theory that the amount of fun you have is directly proportional to the degree to which you were sunburned. Having said that, Amy had more fun than Erin. Thanks Stacy and Jarod.Tyrel and the Mountain West little league continue to have a “growing” season. They are just shy of the half way through a season with a heady 2 wins. I contend boys learn life lessons from sports. Despite playing on very experienced teams the last two seasons, Tyrel is now learning good sportsmanship and how to help his younger teammates. These experiences will pay dividends at some meaningful point in his life.
Finally, Amy volunteered to help with Erin’s t-ball team and then seemed genuinely surprised when she was informed that because of a lack of volunteers to coach, she had become the coach for Erin’s team by default. I used to contend that nobody was more excited for t-ball than Erin, however, I have now taken the position as the most excited person for t-ball. It should be good times all around.