Saturday, July 23, 2011

Third World Symphony

Once in a blue moon, someone comes along who makes magic with words and melody.  You know what I'm talking about  . . . someone who tells a story in music that teaches you, inspires you and changes your life.  Someone who inspires you to be a better version of yourself.  I follow the blog of gifted singer/songwriter and Compassion International advocate Shaun Groves. Shaun is one of those "once in a blue moon" singer/songwriters.  His music is not born out of mere talent but out of who he is and how he lives his life.  Next month he releases his first album in several years and I wanted to offer you a sneak peak into the heart of that project.  Watch it below or you can watch it at Vimeo.com here.


Shaun Groves - Third World Symphony from Shaun Groves on Vimeo.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

'Dat boy ain't right

My younger son, Peter, ran across this picture he snapped of his older brother, Zack, while we were on vacation at the beach at Ft. Morgan a few years ago.  It's not what it looks like.  

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Man vs. Flea

This week I start an all-out assault on the fleas that have invaded my mom's house.  This ugly battle started 6 or 7 weeks ago when her front yard became infested with fleas.  She doesn't have any pets but that didn't seem to matter.  The fleas decided to set up residence in her yard and that made it impossible for her to spend anytime sitting the the swing in her front yard, one of her favorite pastimes. I reacted immediately by calling in an exterminator to treat her whole yard but the fleas persisted.  Fleas 1, Ken 0.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Not just a wrinkled version of her former self

Each year there are 4 birthdays in our family as well as Father's Day in the course of 3 weeks, so our immediate family gathered together this past weekend to celebrate.  Both of our sons and daughters-in-law were here for the weekend and Julia's widowed dad and my widowed mother joined us for lunch on Saturday. Julia's dad turns 85 today, my mom turned 90 last week, Zack turns 31 next week and I forget how old I am now.  Forgetfulness is one of the things that comes with age and sometimes it comes in handy.

All-in-all, it was a nice visit but after the grandparents had been taken back to their homes, our younger son, Peter, made an interesting comment to me.  He said, "That's not the Mop that I remember."  (Mop is what my mother is called by her grandchildren.)  He was right.  The woman that came to lunch on Saturday is not just a wrinkled version her former self.  I'm glad Peter recognizes this and can can distinguish between the woman that my mother is today and the the woman that she was most of Peter's life.  In many ways, there are very different people.  Age has a way of changing people.  Sometimes it changes them for the better and other times, not.

Monday, June 13, 2011

I may have to sell a kidney


This is one of our dogs, Rags.  He's 12 years old now and has cost us a bundle in the last year.  Last summer he had to have surgery to remove a tumor off of his stomach.  Following that, he had something weird happen where one of his ears filled up with blood and after draining it a couple of times, we finally had to have it quilted together by laser in order to prevent it from reoccurring.  He now has one fat ear and one thin ear.  In the fall, he tore an ACL in one of his legs and had to have surgery to repair that.  (Note to self:  Ask how much a major surgery is going to cost before saying, "Do it.") Last week, his kidneys shut down.

Old age ain't what it's cracked up to be even when you're a dog.


Sunday, June 12, 2011

The Father's Day card that I'm hoping for . . .

In light of the N.Y. Congressman Anthony Weiner scandal, this is the Father's day card that I'm hoping my two sons send me this year  . . .