We rented a skid-steer and removed the remains of the demolished house that has blighted this land for a long time. We damn near killed ourselves but it was almost cathartic. I was exhausted all week from our spring "break". We also are getting ready for the high tunnel and have done some fun cutting of trees. The video was done before the grading... thats too bad. But its looking better now. This week, Esme wanted to fish so I bought her a pole and some tackle and she, Adia, and I
started fishing. I have been wanting to find some balance and I think I did. Yesterday I caught my first fish ever on a fly rod and it was like the day I had been waiting for for years - the day that I would find myself eating a meal that I had provided for myself. Seems simple and it is and was - but it was a milestone that passes like a live well lived... unexpectedly. Tonight the 3 of us went out before dinner and made our way downriver. Esme caught her first fish, but none of the other of us had a bite. Her first fish was a little brook trout. It was special and unexpected. We followed the river and ended up descending down the gorge. We bouder hopped and climbed quite a lot. It was wonderful and gorgeous. We got to a decent sized waterfall and found an absolute perfect secluded playground complete with a few wonderful boulder caves and the best swimming spots ever. My kids were howling like wolves at the discovery of that perfection within walking distance of the house. It felt good to take the time to live again. The day before, Ash met me in Marion for a meeting with the town to discuss the creating a camp to practice our heritage school plan. It was pretty great - we got a good plan to create some great much needed change in education. After the meeting, I showed her the Henderson and we had a good meal and some good beers at a local restaurant. In other news, my sister had her baby early... but it came on the same day the movie "the breakfast club" takes place. The baby was in NICU for a week, but he went home yesterday. Hopefully they are settling in and getting back to life. That is probably good advice for all of us, especially me.
Here's the lowdown on my Grandfather Mountain Marathon. I cut my lantus down to 8 units the night before and didn't take anything in the morning. I woke up and ate breakfast at 3am so I could take a full bolus. My blood sugars that day were between 140 and 100 the whole day until the night when they rose a bit. So success on the glucose front. I then woke up at 5:30 and headed over to the marathon. It was a bit unnerving as everyone I talked to seemed to be pretty experienced and when I mentioned that this was my first one, the comment was always a variation of "well, you sure picked a hard one to start with" or "well, this is the hardest road marathon in North America"... I mean, come on - that is a little discouraging. So we go down through town and pass the mall - and there is Dave. I didn't know whether he would be there but suddenly there was company. So we went along and headed uphill. Somewhere in the first 5 miles, Dave says (in typical Dave fas
I’ve often wondered how paralysis works In my sleep. How can my soul fly And my body be dead? Infinitely better however Than when I wake And the two Trade Places
To be on the beach lounging in a hammock or just in the warm sand ... that feels so far away that it causes some anxiety and presses on my chest. Perhaps that's just because my field trip to the coast is just 6 weeks away and we are in the coldest weather of the year. Oh well, I guess its appropriate that winter finally decided to stop by - I needed a real excuse to not do anything. However, I recently got over a mental roadblock at the barn and now I am chomping at the bit to get some stuff done. My lungs are better, but the weather is worse. Oh well. It was snowing pretty good yesterday when we decided to go to Boone to go skiing. The whole way there the roads were snow covered... in Boone, Zoe pointed out a car that was spinning down the road in the lane across from us:) The kids really killed it yesterday. I was super proud. Adia and Zoe are riding lifts by themselves and Esme has super control. They all skied a black diamond run (Esme and I did one last run on a n
started fishing. I have been wanting to find some balance and I think I did. Yesterday I caught my first fish ever on a fly rod and it was like the day I had been waiting for for years - the day that I would find myself eating a meal that I had provided for myself. Seems simple and it is and was - but it was a milestone that passes like a live well lived... unexpectedly. Tonight the 3 of us went out before dinner and made our way downriver. Esme caught her first fish, but none of the other of us had a bite. Her first fish was a little brook trout. It was special and unexpected. We followed the river and ended up descending down the gorge. We bouder hopped and climbed quite a lot. It was wonderful and gorgeous. We got to a decent sized waterfall and found an absolute perfect secluded playground complete with a few wonderful boulder caves and the best swimming spots ever. My kids were howling like wolves at the discovery of that perfection within walking distance of the house. It felt good to take the time to live again. The day before, Ash met me in Marion for a meeting with the town to discuss the creating a camp to practice our heritage school plan. It was pretty great - we got a good plan to create some great much needed change in education. After the meeting, I showed her the Henderson and we had a good meal and some good beers at a local restaurant. In other news, my sister had her baby early... but it came on the same day the movie "the breakfast club" takes place. The baby was in NICU for a week, but he went home yesterday. Hopefully they are settling in and getting back to life. That is probably good advice for all of us, especially me.
started fishing. I have been wanting to find some balance and I think I did. Yesterday I caught my first fish ever on a fly rod and it was like the day I had been waiting for for years - the day that I would find myself eating a meal that I had provided for myself. Seems simple and it is and was - but it was a milestone that passes like a live well lived... unexpectedly. Tonight the 3 of us went out before dinner and made our way downriver. Esme caught her first fish, but none of the other of us had a bite. Her first fish was a little brook trout. It was special and unexpected. We followed the river and ended up descending down the gorge. We bouder hopped and climbed quite a lot. It was wonderful and gorgeous. We got to a decent sized waterfall and found an absolute perfect secluded playground complete with a few wonderful boulder caves and the best swimming spots ever. My kids were howling like wolves at the discovery of that perfection within walking distance of the house. It felt good to take the time to live again. The day before, Ash met me in Marion for a meeting with the town to discuss the creating a camp to practice our heritage school plan. It was pretty great - we got a good plan to create some great much needed change in education. After the meeting, I showed her the Henderson and we had a good meal and some good beers at a local restaurant. In other news, my sister had her baby early... but it came on the same day the movie "the breakfast club" takes place. The baby was in NICU for a week, but he went home yesterday. Hopefully they are settling in and getting back to life. That is probably good advice for all of us, especially me.
