June 23, 2002 8:09 PM
I have decided that I will begin to use this blog
format to try and at least jot down a couple of thoughts on a more
frequent basis. Life seems to fly by so quickly that the individual
moments seem to be lost in the blur.
Today was the first "official" day of vacation
on Lake Michigan. For some unknown reason Mrs seems to be able to
attract the best weather and today was no exception. The wave-runner
was a hit on the beach, and although the winds were up and blowing
from the southwest, I had no sailboat to launch into the waves.
I left the hobi-cat at home this year, since I got a call from one
of the locals who told me I could use his boat for these two weeks.
Unfortunately today there was no boat on the beach, but I suspect
that it will appear soon enough.
This year we decided to try and fly the eldest into the local airport
so we wouldn't have to take a two and a half hour trip back to the
big city. It turns out that the fare was actually cheaper to fly
into the local small town even though it involved one extra flight.
The three of them have grown up on this beach, so to speak, since
they have come here for two weeks every summer since the eldest
was six, and the youngest was a newborn.
The sun set against a lazy calm lake but soon after we were graced
with an orange moon as it rose over the dunes.
All in all, a very good day was had by all.
It's great to see them smile.
June 24, 2002
This day is probably best described in a few words,
was a hot day, temp in the high 80's, but cooler down by the lake.
The morning was spend getting my friend's Hobi cat across the sand
dune and down onto the beach. After about 2 hours the mast was raised
and the ties of winter were cast aside as once again the rainbow
sails fluttered in a light breeze.
I told them I thought if there was any chance for a sail it would
be later in the afternoon, and either it would be a great day for
a sail, or it would be very calm.
Calm can be good, as the boys and girls set out to try and drive
the waverunner to extremes.
Mrs sat on the edge of the sailboat and said something to the effect
that all the children were pushing the wave runner to its limits.
"Why do you say that," I asked, as my son and one of
his friends rolled the boat upside down.
I continued: "Don't you think they get that from you?"
"I don't think so," was the rather obvious reply.
Sometime between the morning work on the hobi-cat and the afternoon
wave running I found time to sneak in a trip to the barbershop.
Ever since my barber retired I have not been happy with the guy
who took over his practice. The woman who cut it came highly recommended,
and I'd probably come back to her again if it didn't involve a 3
hour drive each way.
Last year I wrote about a great photo session I had on the beach
while shooting with my left hand and throwing bread up in the air
for the sea gulls with my right.
This year I got a bit smarter, I asked my daughter to come along
and be the "thrower."
With her help and a new telephoto adapter for the digital camera,
we got some great shots.
I suspect that before too long I will end up making
a gallery of images of sea gulls in flight.
After we came back from our photo shoot my youngest
and his friend had made some significant progress on their "hole"
that they had decided to dig.
I was told that they decided that their project for
the day would be to dig a large hole in the sand, but decided late
in the afternoon that it would need more work on the next day. I
convinced them that they would either have to cover the hole with
the sailboat, or fill it in, as I didn't want to find that some
small child had fallen into it and had been trapped in some type
I was asked of course, to document the progress of
There is a distinct possibility that somehow the teenage
boys thought that the teenage girls might be impressed with their
digging skills, but that of course is pure speculation.
The sun was put to bed with some more bread tossed
out amongst the gulls.
One shot can make up for a hundred that get thrown
into the cyber bin of trash.
June 26, 2002 - The MONSTER
For a moment there, I thought that finally it was time to relax.
down by the shore I leaned back against a large log and bathed
in the late afternoon sun.
Ever since I left the office on Friday I have had a task rolling
around in the front of my mind, that could only be pushed aside
on a moment by moment basis, only to return stronger than ever.
Since it appeared that Wednesday might be a "rain day"
I decided to push the finished project off until today.
As the discussions with my potential new employer progress, I
was given the assignment of writing up a job description for the
position in question, along with my salary requirements. That's
no small task, especially when you consider the fact that my job
description for the past 25 years has been that of the employer,
doing whatever needed to be done to keep the business alive.
I bought a book What Color is Your Parachute to see if
I might pick up any specific tips and spent time off and on during
the day and early evening skimming through it. After this morning's
early trip to take the wave-runner in for some engine adjustments,
it was time to sit down and try and write something up.
finished outline went out from the room electronically, since
finally, after some 50 years, the resort has finally put telephones
in our rooms. In this particular case having the connection was
helpful, and my daughters will also vouch for the joy of having
boyfriends able to call and connect.
I felt the burden shift the moment I hit the send button and
headed down to the lake.
This represents a pivotal moment in the process, as one more
card was laid down on the table.
I felt confident that I had put together a good proposal, and
I also feel good that we are progressing toward some kind of resolution
of the issue, one way or the other.
I think the not knowing is the hardest part.
The clouds had cleared and a fresh breeze was blowing in off
of Lake Michigan as I sat down next to my daughters.
Eldest and I threw more bread to the gulls.
After dinner I thought I'd call home and share the
good news that my proposal was sent, and was hit with news that
might best be described as excitingly unsettled.
If I get good news on the Colorado front, then the
fact the Mrs will probably get laid off on Friday will be good
and exciting news. If however, the opportunity in Colorado does
not work out, then the news is unsettling to say the least.
life goes on.
Earlier tonight son set out to take on the resort
"sweet shop" in a challenge as to whether or not he
could finish off the "Monster."
The monster was a bowl of 25 scoops of ice cream,
a tad of whipped cream and some vanilla wafers thrown in for good
measure. It cost 20 bucks for the bowl, but he was told that if
he finished it, it would be free.
Announced with the fanfare of Rocky, da man walked into the room
to the cheers of the crowd.
I had suggested that I might even try such an event, but would
refuse the watermellon ice cream and stick to flavors without
chunks of chocolate.
He did give it a good effort, I must admit.
However, at the end of the event he finally had to throw in the
As a consolation to the crowd for his defeat, he buried his head
in the bowl.
Somehow I suspect that it was good that mom was not around to