Tumbleweed and bombing

My repertoire of child friendly jokes doesn't run much beyond 'knock, knock' efforts but I do have a personal favourite which I trotted out to my niece and nephew on our walk to summer camp this morning. To say they were unimpressed with their Uncle Alex's brand of humour would be an understatement, disappointing really since I'd rolled out the heavy artillery and hit them straight up with my favourite gag ever. It's bad enough when kids don't laugh, worse still when your joke requires an explanation. Tumbleweed now surrounds Waters Edge Elementary School, Boca Raton, Florida. For the record, here it is...

'Why do you never go hungry in the desert?'

'Because of all the sand which is there.' 😬

(see, if you join up the words 'sand' and 'whi..', oh never mind)

The kids were well excited, they're at the water park today (parents and guardians not invited, I asked.) Since I won't be present to demonstrate how they should be entering a swimming pool I showed them this video instead, top bombing, poetry in motion...

I chatted again this morning with my new guru, Donna, she's the lollipop lady that walks us across the road to summer camp at 8am and scrapes me off it after my run at 9am. She's a lovely lady and gave me a small gift yesterday, a book of daily insights into how to run your life, this morning I told her about today's entry which described how we should pray with thanks and not always with supplication, to thank God for his work in our lives and not simply present him with a shopping list of requirements, which I confess is my usual style. 

So that's my challenge today, thank God for everything he's given me and not shake my fist at him for what he has not. This has been a pseudo spiritual broadcast from the Russon Party.