Today’s 1,500 marked our sixth consecutive day shooting in the driveway, tomorrow morning will be the seventh, and I’m starting to get a feel for what’s too cold to be shooting outdoors: anything less than 5 degrees fahrenheit.
This time of year, any significant wind is pretty much a deal-breaker, too, but absent a breeze, I’m setting the Let’s-Get-Indoors number at fiver. We had a 7 earlier in the week. Today was more like 20.
So that’s what’s on my mind in terms of the hoopsketball. But the real news of the day is that the dude up at the top, our buddy Mason, turned 8.
To be honest, Mason kinda gets the shaft around here in some ways. He’s the middle kid, and you know the deal with middle kids. Big brother Noah is king, little sister Rosie, at almost 4, is the princess, and Mason lives in the middle there. Limbo? No-man’s land? Something like that. Even today, on his day, it was kind of about Rosie (dance class) and Noah (basketball game).
But the beauty of Mason is that, like just about every other day of the year, it was simply a great day to be alive. He awoke to the gift of that University of Maine sweatshirt you see him in up there. His cousin and best buddy Amanda Bellefleur is a student there, after all.
I said to The Beautiful Heth, “Is that all we got him?”
He said, “I LOVE it!”
And one quick story from dinner, during which Rosie was having a typically, um, shrill evening:
“When she’s older, I think she’s going to spend a lot of time in the principal’s office,” Noah said.
To which Mason responded, “Don’t you mean the warden’s office?”
Funny, and possibly accurate, if I may be so bold.
So that’s it from here. Mason’s 8 now, but just like when he was 7, his glass is half full, his skies are cloudless, and his life is just grand. After dinner, TBH reminded him that no matter what he receives for gifts during his family party tomorrow, he needs to be polite.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he told her with a gigantic smile. “I’ll love everything I get.”
And we know it’s the truth.