Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Mr. B. is nine

Just think, nine more years and I won’t have to get up early… Meanwhile, he opened his first present: a new batting helmet for his spring season with the Grasshoppers. Maybe it can break his hitting slump. More tonight when Mrs. Charm makes cowboy hamburgers, etc.

Polar bear club

We made the Cub Scout topaz hunt in Mason County this afternoon out in the western Hill Country (didn’t find any but it was fun digging for them in a dry creek bed) but skipped the overnight campout. Stopped in Fredericksburg for supper then came on back to find the weather service out there pegging the temp at this hour at thirty-four degrees. Their forecast low will be twenty-three, cold enough to freeze their water bottles. The pack leader said all who stayed would be eligible for the "polar bear" belt loop. Most of them are in tents. Our den leader brought his Airstream trailer. We’re glad we’re missing it.

Camping freeze

Mr. Boy is complaining mightily that he can’t join his cub scout pals camping out this Saturday in Mason County because "my parents are too old." True, in part. The forecast low Saturday night in Mason is right at thirty-four degrees and meteorologist Bob Rose is predicting a possible further decline into light-freeze territory.

So I told the thirtyish den father that Mrs. Charm and me would bring Mr. B. out for the topaz hunt but then go home rather than subject ourselves to a freezing night in a sleeping bag even if it is on an air mattress. He curled his lip. I couldn’t tell who he was more contemptuous of: me or the weather forecast. Youth, bah.

Topaz hunting

Topaz is the state gemstone of Texas. And hunting for topaz, on a Mason County ranch famous for it, is to be the star attraction of the late February campout of Mr. B.’s cub scout pack. He always sleeps well on these deals. Mrs. Charm and I do not, but the topaz hunt should help enliven our spirits. Especially if we find some. There will be, also, the charms of Mason County, to savor. All in all, we’re looking forward to it.

Go Arizona!

Personally, I couldn’t care less who wins the Super Bowl. But Mr. B., for whom all things sports are important, is rooting for Arizona. So, by all means, fight fiercely Arizona. You probably have the best-looking cheerleaders, anyhow.

UPDATE:  Didn’t matter, apparently. Steelers won. Mr. B. forgot to watch, maybe that was it. I didn’t care to.

Mason County, Texas

Scott at The Fat Guy, apparently already suffering from the noise and traffic of San Antonio, although he just recently moved there from Dallas, has taken up a casual comment I made about considering moving to Mason County. He likes winding, dark, two-lane roads, fly-fishing, hunting, and plenty of open spaces and few neighbors. The links he found and the comments he’s drawn so far make me wish I could move tomorrow. That’s the great thing about these Internets. You can go back to the country and still make a living, if you need to. But, until Mr. B. finishes school (about nine more years) and Mrs. Charm retires, it will probably not be possible for me.

Online games

It was inevitable and it has come to pass. Mr. B. has become enamored with Wizard 101, an online computer game. It was developed, as it happens, by folks in Austin and Dallas. It even has recommendations from Austin school district teachers, as well as good reviews. Seems safer than the average first-person shooter and, in fact, isn’t violent at all. Just the thing, apparently, for a third grader. We shall see how it goes.