Hardi's been cranking up the family pop-up campers since he was about 8. Today I took over the job. I accompanied it with a little sermon on how one CAN actually take one's time and do it in sets of 10 cranks, just like a weight-lifting set. Because there are no mean parents sitting around cracking the whip, nor hungry little kids clamoring for dinner NOW, etc. Nope, now he has to put up with a wife working on muscle development (who likes to do muscle stuff, herself). Has to learn how to sit around waiting for someone else to do the chores, like I've had to do when all I COULD do was sit.

It was that comment in the midst of yesterday's mini-campout; we had been naming the unmistakable sounds-- common to all campgrounds-- that indicate a fresh arrival. (Wives backing their hubbies into the campsite pad, manic Hot Wheels on gravel, etc.), and he mentioned "Agonal Cranking." It was funny-- but only sorta. :~)

~S~