A Stroll Through The Galaxy

A week ago Sunday, after the brownies came out of the oven, the kids and I planned to go for a walk. Paul arrived home shortly before the timer rang out and the kids asked him if he'd like to come along. Next thing I knew, the bikes were out of the garage, the tires were pumped up, helmets on and they were off. I stayed behind and cleaned up.

Yesterday the boys and I again decided to take a stroll into the village. Paul wasn't invited. Around 2:30, with the week's baking cooling on the kitchen table, we put on our walking shoes and headed out the door, across the road, up the mucky unassumed path and onto the old railway line. Within minutes Cammy had a lightsaber in his hands and was a swashbuckling Han Solo. Nolan and I were immediately on the lookout for another, uh, weapon. Fortunately, the path is bordered by lots of trees and shrubs and lightsabers abound. The trick, however, is finding the right one. The star wars heroes' mummy doesn't want her brave warriors getting a splinter.


Moments later we found what would be the first of three lightsabers. This one, while a little long and with too much bark, was an okay start. After a short duel between Han and Luke Skywalker, it ended up in the woods. Onward. The discovery of the next saber led to a masterful demonstration of parries, counter-parries and fancy footwork. I'm making that up. General Grievous and Anakin Skywalker (who, in the blink of an eye, could morph into a Jedi hunter) whacked their sticks together. Big smiles with each whack.

The long abandoned Millenium Falcon?

When we reached the gate at the highway, the lightsabers were stashed in the woods (just in case the Dark Assassin showed up, I reckon), and, transforming into earthlings quicker than Darth Vader can say "No, I am your father", we hiked along the highway and into the store. Minutes later, with goodies in our pockets, we again left civilization, and began the long trek home. Kids are so fun to hang out with. And nobody got a splinter.