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Tiger Cubs go to market

Central Market, one of Austin’s specialty groceries, hosted Mr. Boy and nine other Tiger Cubs this afternoon. The boys got to see that Peruvian purple potatoes really are purple inside, how orange peppers are hotter than red ones, why green peppers are really fruit, not vegetables ( because they have seeds) and how really smelly cheese nevertheless tastes good. They also got to see a lobster up close and learn that they are from the same family as cockroaches (yuk). They managed to get through it all without knocking anything off the shelves or breaking anything. Most shoppers smiled at them in their blue and orange uniforms. But you could tell the ones who never had a child. They looked fairly panicked coming around a corner and running into the lot of them.

Tiger Cub slide

Mr. Boy finally lost the little gold-colored Tiger Cub slide for his orange Tiger Cub neckerchief. I’d been fretting for months about that slide (also called a woggle) coming off without him noticing it. Wishing I’d bought more than one. Interrupting him at Den meetings to ask where it was when it disappeared from the neckerchief. Sometimes he’d thoughtfully pocketed it. For one thing I was being fussy, which is normal. For another I was trying to avoid a trip to Scout headquarters on the other side of town. HQ is tucked into a lonely little plot of green and brown amidst the concrete and asphalt of half a dozen intersecting highways, or so it seems. Which I will have to negotiate now. He did finally lose it in a fitting place: on a wooded trail in Long Canyon the other night at his Den meeting, which satisfied the outdoors requirement in the Tiger Cub handbook. He enjoyed the trail through the woods, particularly the stepping over on teetering rocks of the creek that looped around the trail so you had to cross it twice, going and coming. This time I will buy half a dozen woggles for the neckerchief, which has an interesting history of commemoration and usefulness, in preparation for the next loss.

No green on TV

Asked what he learned from his visit to the KVUE television station Monday night with the rest of the Tiger Cubs, Mr. Boy said, "You can’t wear green on TV." Chief meteorologist Mark Murray was our host, showing off and explaining the station’s newsroom, studio and the weather forecasting center. They use a green screen background wall for superimposing electronic maps, radar and other images, and Mark had a handy green sheet to demonstrate how wrapping oneself in it below the neck could make your body disappear on the tube. He was pretty calm, when faced with seventeen raucous first graders, for someone who has no children of his own. When we got home, Mr. B. spent an hour or so making up his Valentines for class tomorrow, before going off to bed.

Campin’ with the Tiger Cubs

Six-year-old camper (who has fallen off his scooter once already on the trail and is now tired of scooting): Whining, crying, insisting he has to turn back to camp.

Adult chaperone (who offers to carry his scooter): Don’t you like camping?

Six-year-old camper: No.

Adult chaperone: What would you rather be doing?

Six-year-old camper: I’d rather be at home lying on the couch watching tv.

Happy campers

We’re making our last checks and pulling together things we still need, like C batteries for the flashlights and paper plates and cups. ‘Cause we’re off about noon tomorrow for the Tiger Cub’s first camping trip, an overnighter at McKinney Falls state park, 744 acres on Onion Creek southeast of Austin. Must not forget to charge up the camp light so Mom can read Mr. B’s nightly story to him. Tent erecting has been practiced, so no likely glitches there, but I’m still not sure about the self-inflating air matresses. Never heard of them, and I find some get lousy reviews on the Web. We shall see.

UPDATE  Mom tested the air matress. It inflated easily and she thought it was comfortable–in the family room. No telling if it will be thick enough when filled to work well on hard ground.  

Third Place

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Mr. Boy’s car won third place overall, out of about sixty "vehicles," in his Cub Scout Pack’s Pinewood Derby race. Also the second-place ribbon for his Tiger Cub (first grade) scout den. Mr. B. chose the car’s shape and colors and did the painting, and was aided by a family friend’s band saw, belt sander and electric drill with the cutting of the block, and his polishing of the axles and plastic wheels. Dad put the wheels and axles on and glued them in place, and handled the distribution of the lead weights up to a maximum of 5 ounces, and Mom contributed clear fingernail polish to make the acrylic paint gleam.We went mentally prepared to lose, so were delighted to win 3rd. 

Battleship B&B

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Cogitating at the Rancho, mulling over whether our Tiger Cub should go on the January overnight aboard the 92-year-old Battleship Texas or wait until January 2008 when he’s no longer sucking his fingers and doesn’t need Miss Ellie (his stuffed elephant spirit animal) to sleep with. Pretty cool stuff the scouts get to do in Texas. Now that the rain forecast has diminished, he may even get to the Texas Longhorns’ practice on Thursday afternoon–another Tiger Cub activity postponed by rain the past three weeks./graphic via Texas Parks & Wildlife Department