Christmas is over, it's a new year, and we're all back in school.
The ribs are healing ever-so slowly, but I am feeling better every day. My daughter just came down into the kitchen and put Cheap Trick's Rockford in the CD player. What can I say? My kid has great taste in music, and she's only eight!
Reading-wise, I'm finishing up Stephen King's Desperation. Definitely not one of King's best works, but still a good read. The movie adaptation of Desperation was on television the other night, and as much as I would have loved to have seen it, I purposefully stopped watching so the ending wouldn't be spoiled for me.
My brother and sister-in-law had to have their beloved dog, Hershey, put down yesterday. It must have been a difficult decision for them, but they did what was right for their faithful companion. They had adopted Hershey over 10 years ago and gave him a great home. My thoughts are with them and their two young sons at such a sad time.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Bruised Ribs and Merry Christmas
It's Christmas Eve and I'm buried in snow, as I should be at this time of the year. The family is getting together over the next couple of days and the kids are excited and full of energy. Christmas is a truly amazing time of the year.
Two days ago, while feeding the horses, my foot slipped as I climbed over the fence, sending me crashing down on the metal bar of the fence, bruising my ribs. Thankfully, my hero son was there to distract the excited horses and I was able to get out of the way to safety.
In reality, there was little chance of me being injured by the horses, but I'm still a novice when it comes to dealing with equine.
So here I sit, sore ribs, my third cup of coffee, listening to Iron Maiden's debut disc, and doing a little blogging.
This has been an interesting year of many ups and downs. I lost a beloved cousin to cancer. I have another family member who desperately needs to see a physician and is too stubborn and afraid to do so, and the continuing financial crisis is taking its toll on all of us. We celebrated the life and mourned the death of my wife's grandfather, who's love and storytelling will never be forgotten. There are many tales of fishing and woodworking being shared in Heaven this holiday season thanks to Grampa.
Sounds like it's been a miserable year around here, doesn't it? Well, nothing could be further from the truth. My children are both doing well in school and continue to amaze me daily with what great people they are. My wife, who gets more beautiful with each passing day, was able to purchase a second horse to further her passion for barrel racing (and giving me another animal to dodge when I get the wind knocked out of me falling on a metal fence, but we've already covered that...). My daughter now has a horse to ride along with her mom. Tonight, my wife and son will perform a song at the Christmas Eve service at church and I will undoubtedly get misty with pride.
All is well here in Andover.
Merry Christmas!
Two days ago, while feeding the horses, my foot slipped as I climbed over the fence, sending me crashing down on the metal bar of the fence, bruising my ribs. Thankfully, my hero son was there to distract the excited horses and I was able to get out of the way to safety.
In reality, there was little chance of me being injured by the horses, but I'm still a novice when it comes to dealing with equine.
So here I sit, sore ribs, my third cup of coffee, listening to Iron Maiden's debut disc, and doing a little blogging.
This has been an interesting year of many ups and downs. I lost a beloved cousin to cancer. I have another family member who desperately needs to see a physician and is too stubborn and afraid to do so, and the continuing financial crisis is taking its toll on all of us. We celebrated the life and mourned the death of my wife's grandfather, who's love and storytelling will never be forgotten. There are many tales of fishing and woodworking being shared in Heaven this holiday season thanks to Grampa.
Sounds like it's been a miserable year around here, doesn't it? Well, nothing could be further from the truth. My children are both doing well in school and continue to amaze me daily with what great people they are. My wife, who gets more beautiful with each passing day, was able to purchase a second horse to further her passion for barrel racing (and giving me another animal to dodge when I get the wind knocked out of me falling on a metal fence, but we've already covered that...). My daughter now has a horse to ride along with her mom. Tonight, my wife and son will perform a song at the Christmas Eve service at church and I will undoubtedly get misty with pride.
All is well here in Andover.
Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Playing In The Snow
With two storms and a significant amount of snow forcasted for this weekend, it's time to dust off the snowshoes and hit the woods.
In recent years, I have discovered the joy of snowshoeing. Having never been a skier, never owned a snowmobile, and never played ice hockey, winters were a time of inactivity and boredom. Since receiving my snowshoes as a Christmas gift a few years back, I have increasingly become an enthusiast for the sport.
Taking long hikes around Lowell Lake or simply hiking in the woods behind my home have become my passion during the winter months. I am blessed to have an active family that enjoys snowshoeing with me.
Last winter, while taking a few courses at CCV, I would snowshoe up to a favorite spot in the woods and do my homework and study. There is nothing that compares to writing in your journal at -15 degrees!
I recall drummer/author Neil Peart making a comment in one of his books that you can either fight the weather or embrace it. Since my wife presented me with my snowshoes, I am now able to eagerly embrace the cold, wintry months.
In recent years, I have discovered the joy of snowshoeing. Having never been a skier, never owned a snowmobile, and never played ice hockey, winters were a time of inactivity and boredom. Since receiving my snowshoes as a Christmas gift a few years back, I have increasingly become an enthusiast for the sport.
Taking long hikes around Lowell Lake or simply hiking in the woods behind my home have become my passion during the winter months. I am blessed to have an active family that enjoys snowshoeing with me.
Last winter, while taking a few courses at CCV, I would snowshoe up to a favorite spot in the woods and do my homework and study. There is nothing that compares to writing in your journal at -15 degrees!
I recall drummer/author Neil Peart making a comment in one of his books that you can either fight the weather or embrace it. Since my wife presented me with my snowshoes, I am now able to eagerly embrace the cold, wintry months.
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