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About the end of May through the first week of June the kids start itching to go play on the lake. My buddy Cody and I know it’s too cold but day after day, week after week – the pleading wears us down. This past weekend we gave in and decided to let the kids see for themselves that it was just too blasted cold. We launched the boat and they got in about about 3 hours before the arctic breeze and the sub zero water temp had them pleading to go home. The kids had fun before hypothermia set in and we were able to snap some pics:
… a euge pictoral adventure:
The Life and Times of Eugene Boyle
As I grow older I notice that many of the thoughts that created a feeling of pride in me have either soured or lost their value. As a young man I was proud of my lustrous black hair with auburn highlights that could organize with a cool flip of my head. That glorious mane has been replaced with a large expanse of multihued bare skin sprinkled with patches of surprisingly quick growing stubble. The six pack that I sported used to create a sense of pride, especially since it was mostly maintained by alcoholic beverages, dancing and partying till the wee hours and huge amounts of hastily consumed comfort food. That six pack has been replaced by a keg which requires bigger and
bigger belts in order to keep it contained within the waist band of my pants. From a material standpoint, I used to collect things (my kids think I belong on a reality TV show like ‘Hoarders’) and now I look at my ‘collection’ of stuff and think, “…I wish we had more tornados in Idaho…”
The point is, very few things or people mean much to me anymore. Nearly everything I have given any value to has proved to be fleeting or completely valueless. The exception thus far has been my family – going up the tree (family), down from my branch, or out on any of the limbs; my family is somehow the last standing bastion of pride that I still hold dear.
My hope is that will never change but there is that possibility, I suppose. I could develop Alzheimer’s or just fall over dead and then, that too, will probably come to be a value that ends with my conscious awareness ending…
Until then, however, I love my family and they are very important and valuable to me.
|2010 1025 Lola’s Birthday|
My Mom’s birthday was yesterday and we had a family potluck to celebrate. Of course we had two new members to add to the group: Rayce, Gary and Lauren’s new so (I call him grandchild #2 of 3) and Phoenix. Actually, Phoenix is still in vitro but she was there along with her mom and dad – Travis and Melissa. Dori told me when everyone was leaving, Kove asked for a travel mug of chocolate milk to go.
Dori told to ask his dad. Gary said that Kove would have to wait until they got home which upset Kove. He came back to Dori who was standing next to Lauren (Kove’s mom) and said that although his dad said ‘no’ he still wanted Mimi (Dori) to make him a mug to go. Dori said. “I thought you said your dad said no..” to which Kove replied, “I just want it without asking him….” That’s my boy – ask forgiveness – not permission.