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Saturday, February 25, 2012
A New Home for Grandma's Deer!
Wouldn't Grandma be pleased to see her deer at Dad's! They look quite natural, don't they? Thank you, David and Amber, for giving Grandma's gentle critters a new home, since she went on to her Heavenly home.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Intrepid Explorations
There comes a time in a man's life when he needs to see for himself the brutal nature of the wilderness, smell the alpine scent of conifers climbing the sides of mountains, test the mettle of his survival skills against the bitter cold of an arctic landscape. And that time is today. By the time you read this, I will be trekking down the frozen runway of the Minnehaha Creek, a rugged, untested wilderness that runs through the heart of South Minneapolis (about 30 blocks from my house).
Along with about a dozen other explorers, I'll be hiking east on this frozen wasteland as we try to maintain our provisions and ignore the ridicule and taunts of joggers and bicyclists (running and biking along the paths that border the creek). With fortune on our side, we will journey the five miles to our overnight destination, where a base camp will be established so that we might endure the bitter, dark hours of the night (also, this location is where Di Noko's Arctic Outfitters has confirmed they can deliver victuals for our sustenance).
So as you nestle into your warm beds tonight, send warm thoughts my way. Chances are I'll be trying to warm myself by the sled dogs, though I'm not sure they'll take too kindly to me. Please pray that I'll make it safely to morning. Because we have brunch reservations at a breakfast cafe nearby, and they're really mean if you show up late.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Birthday Skates for the UPer!
In the land up above, lives a fella we love,
Where the cold, snow, and ice do abound.
When the ice is like slate, one can put on their skates,
And commence to go ‘round and around.
But this fella, you see, has a problem, oh me!
For he hath not the skates, yet, to don.
And the kiddos, oh dear, on the ice can’t go near,
For there’s no one to help them skate on!
So what say, this Monday, for his birthday, this Friday,
That we help put this fella in skates?
Then Daddy and all, (who doubtless may fall:)
On the ice can then frolic and play!