Two guys and an afternoon

Recently I set some time aside to visit with an old friend. This man I visited with, he has seen some very rough patches of road this year. His health has given him a run for his money and put himself and loved ones on high alert. While he’d be the first one to remind me that I wasn’t lucky enough to get rid of him yet, we stared at finality together and we talked about it. 

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Capture Me in a Picture

The view from Intervale, looking west between Humphrey’s Ledge, Cathedral Ledge, and the backside of Little Attitash Mountain. (C) 1inawesomewonder

What is a poor boy to do, while finding his way,
When the picture calls, inviting him in to stay?

 

Father’s Evening

Sometimes a picture doesn’t do the scene justice. And sometimes an evening ride turns into something you may well remember forever. What a night. What a ride. I wish I had pictures of all of it.

Father’s Day Gleam

Tomorrow is Father’s Day and I wanted to get this off of my mind before the actual day. Over the last couple of weeks this thought has been creeping into my psyche a little more often every day. Until these last few days, when it has downright bugged me, bothered me, and otherwise haunted me. I asked my wife yesterday, “What am I supposed to do on Father’s Day, with no father, for the first time in my life?”

I suppose I still don’t know the answer. But I know that I miss my Dad an awful lot.

Class of 2028

Today, the twins (now 6 years old all of a sudden) graduated from kindergarten. There was a short celebration event outside the school in the 87 F heat.

The kids, separated into their three different class groups, and walked in a procession to the front of the seating area. They sang some songs, received their certificates, and listened to some remarks, all after we all pledged allegiance to the flag. Listening to myself recite the words to the pledge made me think of many stories that have made recent headlines around the globe. I will leave it at that for now. The ceremony was brief and it was adorable. 

Missing Dad

I’m here in the yard, at the house I grew up in. I mowed the lawn as I usually do. But I’m missing my Dad. He’d be sitting right here, outside in the warm air. We’d be talking about this, or that, or even silently enjoying that which God created. Sharing a mutual respect for the simple things that make life grand. Seven weeks ago today, God took him home. I’m home, and I miss him.

I mowed the lawn with MapMyWalk! Distance: 1.93mi, time: 01:07:17, pace: 34:52min/mi, speed: 1.72mi/h.
http://mapmywalk.com/workout/1509954698

Commuting Takes a Toll

This is the second story of this type that I have seen in a week. I am assuming there was an adult driving each vehicle. We are getting smarter folks. My, my, how far we have come.

Bedford toll crash. Photo courtesy of NHDOT and WMUR.

Meanwhile, in a news helicopter nearby, a pair of 5-year olds broadcasted the event while laughing and mocking, saying:

“Me first!”

“No, me first!”

“No-No, me first!”

“I’m not letting you go first!”

“Well, me neither!”

Crash!

If only one of them had been texting, the other could have passed through without incident.