A blog is an odd beast. It is an open book to whatever the topic is. Although mine has yet to catch on with the masses, in theory this post could make its way around the globe in the time it would take you to read this whole shebang. Maybe faster.
What is doubly weird is that this blog is all about what would be, under most normal circumstances, a highly private matter – the personal correspondence between a father and his children. But here they are, reams of letters, for all to see.
As it has occured to others, how do I reconcile a public display of private affection that others can see, too? That is a fairly pointed, but fair, question.
I guess the short answer – you will be spared the long version – is that this whole exercise is an object lesson on how one dad goes about the business of family business. By necessity, you ought to see what the hell I’m talking about in the most graphic of terms – the literal pages themselves. I’m not above slicing out paragraphs that are solely intended for Ellen and Reid only. I’ve done so with regularity. You see most of the dirty laundry but not the whole washer load. That might change, but not right now.
Bridger update: The list of tentatives continues to grow. If everyone went who has voiced an interest, we’d be at 10 right now. I’m going to do two things: there is a rustic ranch B&B on the outskirts of Pinedale that will provide affordable rooms the night(s) before the trip. They might also help arrange pack animals (horses or llamas) but I do not know the pricing.
My brother thinks my letters to my mother are a waste of time. The staff at her facility don’t think she grasps everything. But she doesn’t have to grasp it all. She just has to grasp a few things. So, I will continue sending a Friday letter to my mother. Here is today’s letter to her.
October 22, 2010
Mom: We are smack in the middle of Indian summer here. The weather has been glorious. Not too hot, not too humid, just right. I see that the weather in Grand Island is pretty good, too.
Man, Nebraska really got taken to the cleaners by Texas. I thought for sure that was a game the Big Red would win in a cakewalk. But nothing should surprise us any more about that team.
Ralph says you’re doing pretty well these days. That is good to hear. And it was good to talk to you the other day. I need to do a better job of calling you. I promise to do better.
Been riding the Harley a lot. It’s much more fun to ride when the weather is cool but not rainy. Rode through the mountains last weekend and it was very pretty. The leaves are changing and the mountain streams looked clear and cold. There was not as much traffic on the roads as I thought there might be. That made for pretty good riding.
I have to admit to having ice cream these last few days. I went to the grocery store the other night and made a trip down the ice cream aisle. They had some on sale and I wilted. It makes me feel guilty to eat it but it sure tastes good. It’s all gone now. Urp.
Now that it’s cooling down around here it’s time to begin to bake bread again. My house just gets too hot when the oven is on during the warmer days. But with the temperatures cooling it makes the kitchen that much more comfortable for baking. I should send you a loaf or two.
Looks like I will be in Minneapolis for Thanksgiving to see both Ellen and Reid. My plane ticket was bought this week and I’m really excited about going. Ellen has already told me that I’ll be the chief cook for the weekend and Reid wants to help with the cooking, too. He’s pretty good around the pots and pans. Ellen isn’t much of a beef lover so it will be turkey the entire time, although her main request is for me to make breakfasts. It’ll be pancakes, waffles, scrambled eggs and bacon. Her husband Tim can eat like a horse, as can Reid, so there will be no shortage of food. I’m glad you will be in Ralph and Gayle’s house for the holiday. Maybe there is a chance Joe will get out there, too.
Things are going fine at work. Busy and hectic, but there’s nothing new about that. I like what I’m doing these days but there’s a lot of it to do. You be good, stay warm, and watch for another phone call real soon.