Blowing down the houses of pigs I understand: How better to get at the chewy, bacony goodness inside? But taking it out on innocent children’s swingsets? That’s just mean.
However, in point of fact, it was not the big bad wolf who did this dastardly deed, but the big bad windstorm, the very same one which several hours later would cancel my flight out of NYC. This one barreled through Ohio and not only knocked down the swingset but also did enough damage to the roof that we’ve filed an insurance claim. T’was a nasty windstorm, it was.
As regards the swingset itself, it’s not as horrible as it could be, since we were planning to take it down this spring in any event. Athena’s gotten to an age where she’s not using it much, and time has taken its toll on its inherent structural stability anyway — which of course helps to explain its current condition. But it’s still sad. It’s not the way one wishes to see a beloved symbol of childhood go out. Athena’s been consoling herself with Wii, however. I think she’ll make it past this tragedy just fine.