the beginng?

Along a path which seemed to stretch for ever and ever, I trudged and trudged. Thinking to myself, I shall not quit, I shall not quit, I shall not quit. Finally! Sweet relief commenced; I had finally reached the summit of the hill. Sadly, by this time it did not feel like I had traversed up a hill but instead, like a gigantic, unending mountain. It was about this time that my wife yelled at me from the sliding door of our cookie-cutter McMansion "honey, why are you standing on top of the mulch heap?" --Did I mention, I really need to loose some weight, and how?

Later, after dinner was finished and the evening ritual began of recline in to the easy chair for an evening of "Dr. Who" reruns, the doorbell rang. (I wonder who that could be). Straining to pull away from the intriguing episode, I made it to the door, opened it and Lo away in front of me was the TARDIS!...

joys of a two year old

We have finally reached the point in our daughter's development where she has a large enough vocabulary to actually accurately repeat things we say. Good by curse words. I had already begun to curb my occasional blue outbursts, so instead of those I say things like 'cheese and biscuits' or 'oh biscuit'. well this morning on the way to daycare, I ran over the curb and blurted out 'Oh Biscuits!'...and a high tiny voice from the back seat quickly said 'oh bibcit'. Cutest thing ever! Michaela, my dear little girl, you truly know how to make life interesting and exciting.

what are they pondering?

My Great-grandfather and his brother-in-law. A couple of hardy latterday Vikings ready to explore the world? All bundled up to go work as lumberjacks? What made them decide to get their picture taken in a studio while dressed up in work clothes? They have their whole life ahead of them still. What did they hope to do? To accomplish? How would they like to be remembered? My Great-Grandfather died 86 years ago last November when my grandpa was only a month old. They combined the funeral and baptism into one service because the pastor did not live close by. How conflicted my great-grandma must have felt during the service. Joy for her new baby boy...sorrow for the loss of her husband...wish you could find out somehow, don't you?