Buy A Belt

I should have known, last Thursday, when I was at Wal-Mart at 6 in the morning, buying Jubal a new belt to complete his dress code, that it would result in the vortex dropping the other two, that have been missing for over a month, back into my path. That's just how it works around here. Sure enough, he now has three belts, which is really what I should have had in the first place. My main house-keeping principle is:

I need to have three of everything in order to be able to find one....(more than three is even better)

Do you think it's an accident that I have four children?

On To The Championship!

It was all dampness and determination this afternoon as Jubal's soccer team, Coastal Christian, earned the right to play in the Championship Game in Augusta after soundly defeating their aggressive opponents 5-1. While we, the fans, admired a beautiful rainbow that appeared at the half, Jubal told me later that our CCS Rams associated the rainbow with the hopes of the black garbed Vineyard, and gladly watched the colorful symbol fade away as the second half began. As the game concluded, the patient skies opened with a downpour to accompany the defeated back to Lewiston.

Something You Don't See Everyday

I believe that a mostly eaten carrot sitting on top of the toilet roll in the Lowe's public restroom would qualify for that category. I wondered what in the world it was doing there, but I probably don't really want to know.........

Newton's Third Law of Motion

"For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction"

In my universe this translates into the following:

"For every morning that I arrive early at the Hodgdon's to drop off Jubal, there is an equal and opposite morning in which I break the speed limit and still arrive late.
The application of Murphy's Law results in me picking him up late in the afternoon as well.
Murphy and I are old friends.

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The Bradbury Tradition

It seems that we always end up on the summit of Bradbury Mountain at some point each autumn. On Saturday, I retrieved my hiking boots from their storage and laced up my old friends but was glad to leave their companion, the weighty backpack, at home.
This year the leaves had not turned quite enough to provide the brilliant array of color that usually accompanies our progress up the hill. Instead, we were merely teased by the sporadic dappling of red, orange and yellow as we meandered up the 1 mile Northern Loop trail to the panoramic view at the top. It was a beautiful sight on a Saturday afternoon.