Micro-Ninja Training Center

Certain questions haunt our existence: Why are we here?; Why is the sky blue?; Is the Office funny or just an uncomfortable sit com? Another that haunts me, perhaps because I spent certain youthful Saturday afternoons watching kung-fu films, is where do all those costumed warriors come from? Not all of them can come from hidden monasteries or wander in from the desert. Then, one day while watching Sylvia attempt to leap off our deck, I discovered the answer: the backyard!

Without a moments hesitation I leapt from my chair and, with crowbar in hand and eyes a smolderin', demolished much of the deck and reassembled the still flying pieces into a training ground for the worlds' smallest ninjas.*

In our haste I did not record this event properly so there is little to show for process. Instead the backyard appears magically transformed with the new micro-ninja training apparatus in the center. Wood mulch, 6-8 inches deep, surrounds the structure for safety. And, being cedar, smells great.

Sylvia joined in the work with her own proper togs.

Work was delayed on account of slug searching.

Micro-Ninja Training Center (tm) completed.

Test run.

Here we go...

*(As you might has guessed, this is not what happened. Aurelia and I spent many weeks discussing and designing the changes which were followed by the heroic labors of Susan, Stephen, Aurelia, Ian, Sylvia, Rex, Cleo, some local cedar trees, some iron ore, and yours truly. Thanks everyone!)