The 24 hour all-Emma news channel is still going full bore. The channel is dependent on fresh content from our typical insider sources – Ellen and papa Tim sending iPad photos and updates – but the news feed has slowed in the last few days.
This past weekend Reid made an appearance in St. Paul, in part to see his new niece. As the photo shows, Reid has apparently not found his comfort zone when it comes to holding babies. He’ll need to master that if he’s ever to be a politician. Hopefully, his career won’t come to that.
Our weekend was spent camping and trout fishing along the North Mill River near Asheville. An unwitting and apparently food starved 2.5 lb. brown trout somehow found my poorly cast caddis. More on that next week.
But for now all things Emma remains the dominant news in the weekly letters. It’s amazing, at least to me, to think how the letters have morphed from the the original purpose 11+ years ago (a moment’s worth of light reading when the kids were in college) to today’s more family oriented tinge. Not to worry, the pendulum will swing to other issues. But not right now.
May 21, 2012
Ellen/Reid: The calendar shows a 3 day weekend coming up, but who’s noticing? There seems to be a long stretch between the faux-holidays like President’s Day and now, but it will be good to have a Monday off. The plan down here is to head to the western side of North Carolina and maybe camp or do a bit of fishing. The last time we were up there, Felicia saw a fat, shirtless Bubba-type nutcase spying on us from the bank as we were fly fishing. He was trying to stay low in the underbrush, but we skedaddled out of there in a hurry. We won’t go to the same spot but there are yahoos like that traipsing through the woods. We’ll take the car rather than the bike.
Emma is just more adorable by the day. That iPad is going to come into some good use, Ellen. The video was just incredible. She does seem to be filling out her newborn outfits and it’s good to hear that you are getting around better. It will just take some time. We still plan to get up that way sometime in July once all the hubbub has gone away a bit. We will be good visitors and come in Friday and leave on Sunday. I’m excited to get back up there to see how the little wonder has grown. I laughed out loud when Tim sent a picture early, early, early Saturday morning of wide-eyed Emma wishing us a good morning. Momma obviously was still in the sack. Tim’s a good dad. I’ve heard a lot of ‘congratulations, grandpa’ from folks in Des Moines; the Fisher-Freeds, Kenyons, Willits, Allens, et all. The news seems to have spread quickly.
As you may have heard, North Carolina, in the infinite wisdom of our elective, scared-stiff populace, voted in an amendment to our constitution that bars same-sex couples from tying the knot and denies them couple’s benefits. It’s unfortunate that a state like this, which will defend gun owner and polluter rights to the teeth, even bothers to vote on such a minor issues because it only demonstrates our widespread, pervasive stupidity. For all its natural beauty, this is a state that time forgot. I mean, honestly, what does homosexuality have to do with jobs or anti-terrorism or health care or an educated populace? If I won the lottery, which no doubt I won’t, I would announce an immediate plan to ship my winnings out of state because the state doesn’t deserve to benefit from whatever money I would spend here. My guess is that the prejudicial vote will hinder economic growth a little, too. What employer would want to come here only for nice weather and the proximity of the ocean or mountains? One step forward, three-four steps back. Maybe more.
Published the 42nd edition of my church newsletter out over the weekend. It’s online at caldwellpresby.org. The production schedule was hampered this issue by a severe case of writers block. I mean really severe. If it weren’t for photos that take up lots of space, you could put the entire written contents on one 8 ½ x 11 sheet of paper. It’s pretty much an under-the-radar effort and literally it comes together at the 11th hour.
Got my ticket for the Bridger last Thursday. The connections will be uber-tight and since I have two stops on the way out, I may ask FedEx to ship my backpack for me to Jackson Hole. That way I won’t have to mess with it. If FedEx will ship golf clubs, they’ll ship a backpack, too. The attendee totals for the trip are still in a small state of flux, but 4-5 seems pretty reasonable at this stage of the game. That’s enough to still be fun. Felicia won’t go for fear of the mosquitoes.
Okay, I’m outta here. This will be a big week of work and I don’t want to wear out my welcome. You guys have a good, restful Memorial Day weekend, and I wouldn’t mind it if you reported in to me now and again.