Spring Bee Hiving Moon
A year ago I promised Gabe I would be here for his birthday. Promise fulfilled at the Bladium, a repurposed airplane hangar from the former Stapleton Airport. This large rectangle has been divided into a hockey rink, a soccer/roller hockey arena, a multiple purpose area and a cross-fit workout space.
The birthday party consisted of several six-year olds roaming at a fast pace through a large quasi-castle with an interior sort of basketball gym and a second obstacle course of pylons and tunnels. Both of these were inflated and encouraged jumping and diving and screaming. The screaming was like feral cats, the energy expended prodigious. It wore me out just watching.
Gabe, near the end, became attracted like a tycoon in his vault, toward the various sacks and boxes wrapped in gift paper. He would shake the boxes, rearrange them, smile and guess. What’s in that one, I asked. Legos, he said. When the party finished, Gabe commandeered a wagon, loaded his loot in it and initially insisted on supervising Grandma as she rolled the wagon out to the car.
At home, opening the presents, it turned out that many of them were, in fact, Legos. They were so interesting that Gabe chose to stay at home and work on them over coming to the hotel.
Tomorrow Ruth and I are going to Wings Over the Rockies, an Air and Space museum. A lot of activity crammed into a small amount of time.