This week a close family friend, “Gee,” unexpectedly passed away. It appears he was getting ready for a morning workout and was enjoying a cup of coffee when his time came. He had recently retired and was thought to be in good health. His passing was a shock to us all. Gee was a man full of life, with a quick-whit humor that could bring you to tears from uncontrollable laughter. His personality took over a room as soon as he entered it. Gee could discuss serious topics with a light hearted humor that put everyone at ease and allowed others to open up. I imagine him in heaven cracking jokes about his experience encountering St. Peter at the pearly gates or searching his new home for a bathroom only to discover there aren’t any in heaven as they are not necessary, what will he do with the extra 15 minutes a day! I’m sure he is having lots of fun talking about his profession, see Gee was a mortician. Continue reading “Losing Gee”
I hope everyone is having a great summer! Mine has been busy, with little time to devote towards my blog. I’m guessing many of you are just as busy and may be limited in the time you have to read through long posts. Despite the busy summer, I still want to connect with the community we are building through NothingImportant2Say. So I’m trying something new today. A short blog topic that is intended to be a quick read while soliciting some feedback on how your summer is going. Below I posted a couple thoughts on what summertime is to me. I welcome you to post a response with your definition of summertime!
Summertime is…a cool morning on a scenic mountain trial with my dog Scout and nowhere I need to be all day. This gets even better when a mountain bike is involved!
Summertime is…a crackling campfire, graham crackers, chocolate, and extra large marshmallows.
Summertime is…breaking out the lawn furniture for a Friday afternoon on the patio with neighbors and friends.
What is summertime to you?
Flowers appear on the earth, the season of signing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land. – Song of Songs 2:12
Our entire journey as parents is about letting go and giving our kids more and more freedom. It starts with a little letting go at a time, giving our kids some slack in the rope. Then we proceed to bigger lengths of rope and eventually we let go of the rope completely, giving our kids fully to God. Letting go starts with removing the bottle, then the crib, then the security blanket or teddy bear. We drop our kids off for their first day of school, help them with the transition from grade school to middle school then to high school. Now we get into more Continue reading “Letting go…”
“What do you want to do for your 50th birthday?” my wife asked me. “What, I’m turning 50?” was my reply. Even my mother and father were surprised when they realized I would be 50 this month! Oh no, I thought, that dreaded birthday when they decorate with black balloons, grey streamers, and RIP signs hanging on the walls. I have been to countless other “turning 50” birthday parties, but now my own! I am sure my friends will have fun surprising me with gifts like a walker, Continue reading “Turning 50”
I saw a poster last November that read, “No matter what happens this month, at least you’re not a turkey.” It’s true, November 27th is a terrible day if you are a turkey; it’s a day to suppress the noisy gobbling, abandon the thrashing in the bushes looking for food, and just stay hidden in a tree and avoid being seen by any pilgrims roaming the forest. But the good news for turkeys is that Thanksgiving only comes once a year and turkey consumption drops in half for every month other than November (from 2.5 lbs/person to 1.2 lbs/person). Chickens are not so lucky, and a large part of the blame is those skinny, useless wings. Continue reading “I would rather be a turkey than a chicken!”
“You’re going mountain-biking?” My wife asked in a puzzled voice. It was January and we had just received 6 inches of new snow. “Of course not” I answered, laughing off the question, “that would be silly, I’m going snow-biking.” Admittedly, the only difference would be the clothing I would wear. I would, in fact, be riding my mountain-bike in the snow. Calling it snow-biking suddenly made it okay and logical. See, I bought a new mountain-bike just before Christmas and I was too impatient to wait until spring to get it out on the trails. My dog Scout did back flips of excitement as I cleared the driveway and loaded the bike into the back of my suburban. He knew we were going on an adventure.
That was the first of many snow-bike rides this past winter and early spring. I’ve had some great rides and learned some valuable, and sometimes painfu Continue reading “Snowbiking”