Freddy

No, that's not an alias for another of my students, but rather the name of the kite a friend and I tried flying today. We named him Freddy the Fish and well, he was definitely a floater. I am using the word floater to describe how he would float in his fishbowl if he were alive (or dead), not like he floated in the sky today (because that didn't happen).
I felt defeated today when my friend and I were unable to launch Freddy. We stood in the middle of the park seeing kites flying all around us and all we got were a few attempts when I ran completely across the field, only to have the kite be dragged across the grass. We even tried getting some help from a "professional" kite flier and well, he just broke Freddy's string hook. It was quite pathetic. And if this experience couldn't have gotten any worse, I was kneeling down to get something when I whacked my chin with Freddy's coffin (aka plastic storage container). My chin is visibly injured and quite sore. That's the last time I ever help fly a kite...well, until tomorrow!