I just got back from our Christmas trip to Denver visiting the grandkids. Robert is now two and Aubrey is 14 months old. Had a great time hanging out with them. Robert is now calling me Pops because he’s doesn’t want to call me Mike. So that’s cool.
Just like my father…he never listens to anyone, is in constant motion, is constantly talking, and seems to be able to go through mood swings in a heartbeat. But he’s adorable and a great kid. Literally…never a dull moment. It’s like sitting at the breakfast table with my father as he jams blueberries and pieces of kiwi into his mouth between verbal declarations.
It’s like that movie The Art of Racing In the Rain…in that I feel like my father has come back as my grandson.
Aubrey is the grand-daughter I never had as a father. This will be good for me. It will soften me some. She’s very beautiful and smart like her mother…so she will in my estimation be able to handle Robert’s constant motion and non-stop chatter. She’ll be his balance. I see them being somewhat inseparable.
Just had a great time in Denver. Hanging with the kids, reading, listening to music, and eating some great southern Xmas cooking.
Found out about an iconic book store in downtown Denver called the Tattered Cover. That will be a must stop on our next trip.
I did not watch one single basketball game…NBA or college. I haven’t to date watched one college football bowl game. I did watch the Cleveland Browns vs. the Green Bay Packers and I would have to say my NFL quarterback rankings held up. Baker Mayfield in a hurry needs to stop throwing interceptions. He’s killing his team. Literally killing them. If you’re hurt that bad…you shouldn’t play.
We had intended for me to sneak into the Bob Dole Museum in Russell, Kansas while my wife would give me twenty minutes in there, but what happened instead was we got side-tracked at beautiful Lake Waconda in west-central Kansas and fell in love with the lake. The migratory birds were incredible. Simply amazing. I had no idea out there in the middle of the Kansas plains this beautiful lake existed.
On the video this guy is bow fishing. I don’t bow fish, but I do fly fish and spincast fish. So I now have a lake in west Kansas to start fishing on some of these treks to Denver. It’s evidently an excellent walleye and sand bass lake. I can’t wait.
I still want to go through the Bob Dole Museum…so maybe I can work that in on another trip.
Hope you had a great Christmas. Mine was excellent and I feel like I’ve reset myself in that another thing I didn’t do the last four days was watch one single minute of cable news. Not one.
I feel a calmness has overtaken me.
Of course…I didn’t watch the Thunder either.
Peace.
This is practice for the Alamo Bowl at Howling at the Wind. I could do this one. I used to sing this with my grandmother Maureen.