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term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Through One Dad's Eye</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Raising a family and writing blogs in small town America&lt;/b&gt; (smalltowndad.blogspot.com)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>641</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3774777460821235729</id><published>2012-01-18T13:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:39:14.522-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogspot'/><title type='text'>The  Case of the Incredible Jumping Posts</title><content type='html'>I've been annoyed recently by the way my posts behave. I'd load one, to see if I'd already said something, or check on what I had said. Or fix a typo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The page with the post would load fine, except that it would jump down to around where the comments were. More or less. The post was there: but I had to scroll up to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying. And frustrating. Also a time-waster. It doesn't take long to scroll back to where a post starts: but it does take a little time, and that adds up after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked in the HTML tags I'd put in the posts, to make lists or links: and they seemed okay. Nothing unusual, nothing wrong with the tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son suggested that it might have something to do with the way my browser used cookies. Sure enough: the posts displayed fine in Chrome. So I tried dumping my FireFox browser's cookies. That sounds disgusting, by the way. Anyway, the posts still jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed that the incredible jumping posts all had comments. Aha! That gave me something more to look for. I finally found this in a Blogger help forum:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.google.vu/support/forum/p/blogger/thread?tid=020f6495291287da&amp;hl=en"&gt;Blank White Screen on certain posts in IE&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Help forum, Blogger Help (January 13, 2012)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I don't use IE (Internet Explorer), except every few years when I have to deal with some company whose online presence won't work with anything &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;except&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Internet Explorer. It's interesting, though, that an IE glitch showed up about the same time that my FireFox browser got the jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two issues could be related:&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;...5) Description of the problem: The homepage loads fine, but when clicking on any article that contains comments with IE, the page loads completely, then goes to a blank white screen or it freezes completely. Posts with no comments load fine, so this problem is definitely comment related, and just started as the new threaded comments came out....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;...There is also a problem with Firefox 9.0.1 related to comments. When clicking on any post that has comments, the page auto-scrolls down to the comments instead of loading at the top of the page, or at the read more jump. Pages without comments load fine....&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;a href="http://www.google.vu/support/forum/p/blogger/thread?tid=020f6495291287da&amp;hl=en"&gt;Blank White Screen on certain posts in IE&lt;/a&gt;")&lt;/blockquote&gt;There's more, including a way to fix the FireFox comment issue by changing about 14 lines of code in each blog's template. I am definitely not going to try doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I will try:&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;...We've raised this with Google Engineering. Until it is fixed I would suggest settings your comments to either Full-Screen or Pop up rather than Embed....&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;("&lt;a href="http://www.google.vu/support/forum/p/blogger/thread?tid=020f6495291287da&amp;hl=en"&gt;Blank White Screen on certain posts in IE&lt;/a&gt;")&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's simple, easily reversible, and may not annoy too many folks. Including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to see if changing the comment settings works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is something I have to do individually for each blog, I'll concentrate on my more-active blogs:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://catholiccitizenamerica.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Catholic Citizen in America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://apatheticlemming.blogspot.com/"&gt;Apathetic Lemming of the North&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And, yes: That's an example of unabashed self-promotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3774777460821235729?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3774777460821235729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3774777460821235729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3774777460821235729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3774777460821235729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2012/01/case-of-incredible-jumping-posts.html' title='The  Case of the Incredible Jumping Posts'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3291616862604690430</id><published>2011-12-31T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T13:35:09.013-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Going from Guy Lombardo to Justin Bieber: Happy New Year, 2012!</title><content type='html'>There's a wind advisory out for my part of Minnesota tonight: 30 to 35 mph with gusts to around 50 mph. Judging from the sizzling sound I hear on the north and west walls of the house, there's occasional sleet coming down, too. Or maybe really hard snowflakes. Or freezing rain, or something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Waterford crystal ball drop over New York City's Times Square, about 20 minutes ago. On television, of course: I'd just as soon not stand outside for hours, this time of year. Not even in comparatively temperate places like New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's officially 2012 on the east coast now. Here in Minnesota, we've got about 40 minutes of 2011 left, as midnight sweeps across our part of the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve on television used to be mostly about dance bands like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guy_Lombardo"&gt;Guy Lombardo's&lt;/a&gt; Royal Canadians. And the big parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America has changed a lot since I was a teenager. The music's different, the faces on television aren't the same, and the culture's changed. I'm not happy about every change that happened. But my memory is pretty good: and I remember what 'the good old days' were like. Even if I could, I'd never want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-this-year-was-not-boring.html"&gt;2009: This Year Was Not Boring&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(December 31, 2009)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesday-new-years-day.html"&gt;Tuesday: New Year's Day&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(January 2, 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2007/12/monday-new-years-eve.html"&gt;Monday: New Year's Eve&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(January 1, 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-countdown-to-new-years-eve.html"&gt;Sunday: Countdown to New Year's Eve&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(December 30, 2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2007/12/friday-countdown-to-new-year.html"&gt;Friday: Countdown to the New Year&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(December 29, 2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3291616862604690430?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3291616862604690430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3291616862604690430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3291616862604690430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3291616862604690430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/12/from-guy-lombardo-to-justin-bieber.html' title='Going from Guy Lombardo to Justin Bieber: Happy New Year, 2012!'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-150463786282659182</id><published>2011-12-25T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:07:40.164-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas, 2011</title><content type='html'>My wife, son, and #1 &amp;amp; #3 daughters, are in the other room, playing a game one of them got this Christmas. I plan to join them in a few minutes, but figured it would be a good idea to get slightly caught up in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working for my son-in-law this month: answering phones and helping with a massive spreadsheet. He and #2 daughter started a candle-making company this year, and need more space to make the things. I posted about that in another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also set up a 'between checkups' checkup at the eye doctor this week. A 'floater' had popped up in an inconvenient spot in my right eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sort of 'good news/bad news' situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the bad news: "Degeneration" is in the name of what I've got. It's vitreous degeneration, a fancy way of saying that the gel in my right eye is shrinking, and pulled away from the back of the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the good news: Vitreous degeneration is normal for someone like me, who is 60: and hasn't died yet. It's one of those things that happen to folks, if we live long enough. In my case, there's no damage in the eye, and I've got a short list of things to be aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I'm trying to lose weight and move around more. Which is a little at odds with my new 'telephone answering' job: but that's just a matter of creative scheduling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more that's happened since my last post: but I'm itching to join the rest of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat-related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/2011/12/loan-approved-next-spiral-light-candles.html"&gt;Loan Approved: Next, Spiral Light Candle's New Factory&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind (December 20, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/2011/12/candles-analysis-news-and-very-odd.html"&gt;Candles: Analysis, News, and Very Odd Questions&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind (December 3, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/06/mostly-medical.html"&gt;Mostly Medical&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(June 15, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-can-feel-crumbs-wow.html"&gt;I Can Feel Crumbs! Wow!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(January 25, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesday-dentist-and-eye-doctor.html"&gt;Tuesday: Dentist and Eye Doctor&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(January 16, 2008)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-150463786282659182?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/150463786282659182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=150463786282659182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/150463786282659182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/150463786282659182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='Christmas, 2011'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6279431010368440065</id><published>2011-12-08T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T23:01:36.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vehicles'/><title type='text'>The Case of the Capricious Cruise Control</title><content type='html'>I've been putting in very long hours since Monday before last, getting a spreadsheet ready for a meeting about &lt;a href="http://spirallightcandle.com/"&gt;Spiral Light Candle&lt;/a&gt;, my son-in-law's company. I'd been getting maybe five or six hours of sleep for ten days, then drove up to North Dakota for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was time well spent: I slept over at #2 daughter's and son-in-law's place, got some work done. And some 'just visiting,' too. I got back to Sauk Centre yesterday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the lack of sleep with a longish trip to top it off caught up with me. I may be getting a cold, and might not be feeling well - if I had enough energy to notice such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few 'normal' days, with exercise and adequate sleep, should help. A lot. I'm looking forward to that.&lt;h4&gt;Routine Checkup, Normally Non-Routine Blood Test&lt;/h4&gt;I had rescheduled a checkup earlier, to get more time for working on that spreadsheet. I figured that I'd have time Tuesday morning for the checkup, and be able to get off after eating lunch. I was right, but the checkup included a blood test: and that went as smoothly as such things normally do for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cooperative patient, clenching my fist and holding still on cue. It's my veins that won't play along. I don't think they actually dodge away from the needles: but the effect is similar. They collapse easily when pricked, too. Frustrating, for everyone involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second set of attempts was successful, and I was ready for a nice, normal drive up to North Dakota.&lt;h4&gt;Not-Entirely-Uneventful Trip&lt;/h4&gt;The trip up to North Dakota should have been routine. I'm on the Interstates all the way from Sauk Centre to the Hillsboro, North Dakota, exit, and have been driving the route for decades.&lt;h4&gt;Expired Credit Card&lt;/h4&gt;I got off a few minutes later that I'd expected to, but still had plenty of time to fill the van's tank before setting off. That's when I tried to use an expired credit card. Not intentionally. I'd just forgotten to swap out the old one in my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one thing about living in a small town, and having regular habits. Folks at the convenience store where I get gas know me, know where I live, and were comfortable with letting me drive off to get the right card. Quite aside from a reputation for trustworthiness, there's a practical factor: If I had decided to skip paying for the gas, what would I do after that? Those folks know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said before: I love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after burning time with an eminently-avoidable return home, which included hearing my wife say "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT?!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" when I explained that I had used an expired card - a perfectly reasonable reaction on her part, under the circumstances - I finally paid for the gas and headed out for North Dakota.&lt;h4&gt;Seemingly-Malevolent Hardware&lt;/h4&gt;By the time I reached Fargo, North Dakota, the van's cruise control had tried to kill me. Twice. Putting it less dramatically, I discovered that the cruise control gets stuck when more power is needed: like when climbing one of the steeper hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time was a surprise, when I noticed that the engine was still revved up and the speedometer was passing 80 miles an hour: but shutting the cruise control off restored normal operation. I used cruise control again: partly for convenience, partly to see if it malfunctioned again, under similar circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a defective cruise control wasn't as daft as it may seem. I'd been able to turn it off with no problem, and knew what to be aware of the second time. A worse-case scenario, where the cruise control wouldn't shut off, would have meant shutting off the engine entirely and coasting to a stop on the shoulder: annoying, frustrating, and requiring an explanation later, but very far from lethal.&lt;h4&gt;Blood Test Results: It Could Be Worse&lt;/h4&gt;Late this afternoon, I heard from the clinic. The blood test results were back. My blood sugar levels are okay, but one of the prescriptions wasn't playing well with my kidneys: so I was told to stop taking that and come back in a month. Hey, at my age: it could be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late: time to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, and may God bless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort-of-related posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://apatheticlemming.blogspot.com/2011/12/lemming-tracks-candles-reports-meetings.html"&gt;Lemming Tracks: Candles, Reports, Meetings, and a Busy Lemming&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic Lemming of the North (December 7, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/2011/12/candles-analysis-news-and-very-odd.html"&gt;Candles: Analysis, News, and Very Odd Questions &lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind (December 3, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/12/candles-spreadsheet-and-really-long.html"&gt;Candles, a Spreadsheet, and a Really Long Week&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(December 5, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/08/yesterday-about-600-p.html"&gt;Sunday in Steubenville, Ohio&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(August 7, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/07/trade-show-trip-everythings-ready-i.html"&gt;Trade Show Trip: Everything's Ready (I Think)&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 29, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6279431010368440065?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6279431010368440065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6279431010368440065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6279431010368440065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6279431010368440065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/12/case-of-capricious-cruise-control.html' title='The Case of the Capricious Cruise Control'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4246128747733579302</id><published>2011-12-05T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T12:43:44.727-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><title type='text'>Candles, a Spreadsheet, and a Really Long Week</title><content type='html'>I've been working for my son-in-law since last Monday, getting Spiral Light Candle's budget and sales forecast set up for next year. He provided the math, and how data is supposed to relate to other data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up a spreadsheet, turned his math into functions the spreadsheet understands, put the pieces in place: and then tried to figure out why the results looked funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'd do the same thing over again. All week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Sunday off, pretty much, got back to work last evening, and around 4:30 this morning noticed that I was making lots of mistakes. The good news is that by that time I was also working &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; slowly, so I hadn't messed up too much of the analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over half of a good night's sleep later, I got back to work this morning. My son-in-law generously estimates that I've saved him well upwards of a thousand dollars in consultant's fees: but hey, that's what family is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, some blatant self-promotion:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/browse.html?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;marketplaceID=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;me=A22F3BAPXUCH7V"&gt;Spiral Light Candle Corp. Storefront&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Amazon.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spirallightcandle.com/"&gt;Spiral Light Candle Corporation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://spirallightcandle.com/"&gt;spirallightcandle.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;P.O. Box 868, Hillsboro, ND 58045&lt;br /&gt;(701) 425-0682&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:info@sprirallightcandle.com"&gt;info@spirallightcandle.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spirallightcandle.com/video.html"&gt;Spiral Light's Spiral Burning Self Filling Candle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJ0iABWolFM"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://spirallightcandle.com/SL_Brochure.pdf"&gt;Brocuhre&lt;/a&gt; (pdf)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's it. I've eaten lunch, had a cup of coffee, and written this post. Time to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/2011/12/candles-analysis-news-and-very-odd.html"&gt;Candles: Analysis, News, and Very Odd Questions&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind (December 3, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/2011/11/spiral-light-candles-new-amazoncom.html"&gt;Spiral Light Candle's New Amazon.com Photos&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind (November 24, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;" &lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/2011/11/candle-with-twist-at-grand-forks-trade.html"&gt;'A Candle With a Twist' at Grand Forks Trade Show&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind (November 18, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/07/trade-show-trip-everythings-ready-i.html"&gt;Trade Show Trip: Everything's Ready (I Think)&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 29, 2011)&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This was 'the big one'&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Near Philadelphia, Pennsylvania&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of the my posts from the show:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/2011/08/catholic-marketing-network-trade-show_04.html"&gt;Catholic Marketing Network Trade Show: Second Morning on the Floor&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind (August 4, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://saukcentrejournal.blogspot.com/2011/06/candles-that-arent-candles-candles-with.html"&gt;Candles That aren't Candles; Candles With a New Twist, and a '50s Diner&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sauk Centre Journal Blog (Sunday, June 26, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4246128747733579302?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4246128747733579302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4246128747733579302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4246128747733579302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4246128747733579302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/12/candles-spreadsheet-and-really-long.html' title='Candles, a Spreadsheet, and a Really Long Week'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3712161172608285335</id><published>2011-10-17T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:29:50.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birthday Watermellon, and an Unexpected Errand</title><content type='html'>I put photos from my 60th birthday celebration in another blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://apatheticlemming.blogspot.com/2011/10/lemming-tracks-lemming-hits-big-six-oh.html"&gt;Lemming Tracks: The Lemming Hits the Big Six-Oh&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(October 1, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Here's what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;The Big Six-Oh and a Birthday Watermelon&lt;/h4&gt;My family did a good job of seeming to have forgotten my birthday. I nearly lost track of the date, myself. Which would have been awkward, since I had a driver's license renewal coming due this year: and that's another topic. I passed the vision test, by the way, and the photo looks like me: which can't be helped, and that's yet another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and #3 daughter came in at noon, with balloons and presents in tow. That's the nicest surprise I've had in - can't remember. A long time. We've now got the complete Danger Mouse series to watch, thanks to my son's efforts. It's not Shakespeare or Lucas: but I think we'll like it. Danger Mouse, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 daughter explained that they couldn't find any balloons with "60" on them, but I think the slogans they found were at least as appropriate. Those balloons have 'attitude,' of which this family has at least its share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://brendans-island.com/blogsource/20110726ff/BrianHGillBirthdayBalloons20110930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"It's not the age ... it's the attitude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Age is just a number. (A high one in your case - but just a number.)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That evening they brought out the birthday watermelon. I'd wonder if they'd find a cake analog: being diabetic isn't as big a problem as it could be, but there are foods I definitely shouldn't eat. Not in any significant quantity, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://brendans-island.com/blogsource/20110726ff/BrianHGillBirthdayCandles20110930.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Birthday Candles: on my birthday - - - watermelon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those curly candles? Nobody said "screwball," but I suspect that may have been an inspiration for the shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my father used to say: "And a good time was had by all."&lt;h4&gt;Time, Schedules, and Getting a Grip&lt;/h4&gt;Earlier this month, I finally changed my blogging schedule. Partly to free up time for projects that have been on the back burner for years. Make that decades, in some cases; partly because even in my 20s, there was only so much I could pack into each 24 hours. And I've been 20 three times now. More about that in yet another blog:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://catholiccitizenamerica.blogspot.com/2011/10/change-in-schedule.html"&gt;A Change in Schedule&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(October 2, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Once a Dad, Always a Dad&lt;/h4&gt;#1 daughter was here over the weekend, with her cat. Twitches, the cat, was almost frantically fascinated by my wife putting plastic sheeting up on the window by my desk. She was outside, the cat was inside, trying to track every movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call that evening, while my wife and #3 daughter were at Soo Bahk Do. It was #1 daughter. She'd gotten back to Alexandria just fine, been sitting down, stood up, passed out, and had taken book shelving with her on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, after talking with my wife, she called the emergency ward of Douglas County Hospital. They said she should come in to get checked out. We weren't going to have her driving under existing circumstances, so I drove the van up to Alex and took her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the emergency ward at about 10:00 p.m., and we had a nice long chat about "random" topics, as she put it. An old-fashioned exam, and up-to-date lab work, showed the probable cause of her passing out: which had an easy fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took #1 daughter back to her place, drove back to Sauk Centre, and got to bed well before dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, though, I'm feeling a little tired today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3712161172608285335?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3712161172608285335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3712161172608285335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3712161172608285335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3712161172608285335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/10/birthday-watermellon-and-unexpected.html' title='Birthday Watermellon, and an Unexpected Errand'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6691052491577172161</id><published>2011-08-24T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T21:06:35.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Visiting Old Neighborhoods</title><content type='html'>My wife, son, and #3 daughter, are at my father-in-law's place over on Main. I'm 'holding down the fort,' here on Ash: as usual on Wednesday mornings. So far, that's pretty much routine at the Gill household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not so routine is that I'm borrowing my wife's laptop, doing a little online nosing around while letting cable programs wash over me. At the moment, that's a Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen nightmares rerun. The show's an occasionally-fascinating look at how smallish medium-to-high-end restaurants work. Also a reminder that I haven't plumbed the depths, when it comes to workplace conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a trip to the west coast: San Francisco downtown, to check out the places I lived there. I've just been on the 700 block of Bush Street, just off Powell, where I had a good-enough-for-a-bachelor set of rooms at the back of a building, a few floors above a French restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant is still there, although the swank place across the street is now another sort of business. Change is no surprise: I left that part of the world in the '70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Y" is still there, over the top of the hill north on Market, wrapped around the corner of Market and Sacramento. I had a room there, one floor over the lobby, overlooking an airwell/entry-level court. It's still called the YWCA. That neighborhood hasn't changed quite as much, although there's an acupuncture health center on one corner, and the British (style) pub is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a sign telling about a summer children's program in front of the Y, in English and Chinese. No surprises there. Although the 'tourist' Chinatown district is a couple blocks east, that part of San Francisco was part of the 'real' Chinatown when I lived there. My quarters weren't as nice as the Bush Street address, but I liked the neighborhood. I also noticed that folks there weren't as diffident as Euro-Americans tend to be, about using color on buildings. Especially red. And yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'really ought to' get back to work now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6691052491577172161?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6691052491577172161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6691052491577172161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6691052491577172161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6691052491577172161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/08/visiting-old-neighborhoods.html' title='Visiting Old Neighborhoods'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-489924688996040735</id><published>2011-08-07T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:21:25.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vehicles'/><title type='text'>Sunday in Steubenville, Ohio</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, about 6:00 p.m., we stopped at a toll booth in Pennsylvania, a bit short of Pittsburgh. At that point, the alternator failed. Quickly and thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of Saturday evening on an Interstate shoulder, got towed to a Pep Boys parking lot in Monroeville, and settled in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By about noon today the alternator was fixed, the RV's battery charged, and my son-in-law had found Denny's Tire Service, a business east, more or less, from Monroeville, Denny was the fellow who could swap out the RV's front tires. It cost quite a lot - and that's another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see some of the scenery we'd passed twice, going back past Monroeville, through Pittsburgh, and then down to Steubenville, Ohio. I think I got some photos - but I'm going to wait until I'm back home in Sauk Centre, Minnesota, before I take a close look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's after sunset now, I've washed some of the dishes in the RV, and have two of the more recalcitrant pans soaking. My son-in-law and #2 daughter are enjoying a movie here in Steubenville - and I'm getting caught up on posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about the trade show and me:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/p/catholic-marketing-network-trade-show.html"&gt;Catholic Marketing Network Trade Show&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/08/bad-news-or-rather-good-news.html"&gt;Bad News: Or, Rather, Good News&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(August 6, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-489924688996040735?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/489924688996040735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=489924688996040735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/489924688996040735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/489924688996040735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/08/yesterday-about-600-p.html' title='Sunday in Steubenville, Ohio'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-5770480346086507706</id><published>2011-08-06T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:31:13.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vehicles'/><title type='text'>Bad News: Or, Rather, Good News</title><content type='html'>I'm on my way back from that &lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/07/trade-show-trip-everythings-ready-i.html"&gt;trade show&lt;/a&gt;, where I helped #2 daughter and my son-in-law. Mostly by babysitting a video system, and minding &lt;a href="http://spirallightcandle.com/"&gt;Spiral Light Candle&lt;/a&gt; Corporation's booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, rather, I'm sitting in their RV, in a Pep Boy's parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The explanation is a sort of bad news/good news thing.&lt;h4&gt;First, the Bad News&lt;/h4&gt;At a toll road gate, the RV's alternator failed. Abruptly and completely. My son-in-law used - the emergency starter, I think - to coax another thousand feet of progress out of the RV. Which got us past the toll booths and to a spot where a tow truck would have a chance of picking us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 6:00 Saturday evening. Not every towing service has a truck that'll haul a 33-foot RV. Not around Pittsburgh, anyway. In central Minnesota and North Dakota, we need to drag farm implements and semitrailers out of mud now and again - and that's another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son-in-law found a company that had a couple of tow trucks that could handle us. Both needed to be towed, themselves. Looks like they were having a worse day than we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got towed, after several phone calls and several hours.&lt;h4&gt;Now, the Good News&lt;/h4&gt;Turns out, one of the RV's front tires was ready to fail. The other wasn't good for too many more miles, either. If we'd followed plans, #2 daughter would have been driving when one or two of the front tires blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, we call that sort of thing 'being lucky.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about the trade show and me:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/p/catholic-marketing-network-trade-show.html"&gt;Catholic Marketing Network Trade Show&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Starting a Small Business Without Losing My Mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-5770480346086507706?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/5770480346086507706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=5770480346086507706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5770480346086507706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5770480346086507706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/08/bad-news-or-rather-good-news.html' title='Bad News: Or, Rather, Good News'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-823463208702848907</id><published>2011-07-29T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T11:02:20.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Trade Show Trip: Everything's Ready (I Think)</title><content type='html'>24 hours from now, I'll most likely be on my way to Pennsylvania with #2 daughter and my son-in-law: leaving home in the capable hands of the rest of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent part of the morning talking with two pharmacies and a clinic in St. Cloud, down the road. A routine prescription-filling - wasn't routine this time. The written document went in the mail in St. Cloud - and hadn't arrived at this end. Letters and packages don't, really, get lost in the mail very often - but this time, I got lucky. The situation's sorted out now - I hope - and that was the telephone: the pharmacy called, and the prescription's ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, all that's left to do is pack and make sure I don't forget anything vital and/or important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily for me, my son-in-law and #2 daughter are doing the 'heavy lifting' when it comes to preparations for the trade show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be showing off Spiral Light Candle Corporation's new (production started this summer) spiral-wick candles, Oasis Productions' Art of Serenity video - and doing a lot of meet-and-greet. The latter is mostly my son-in-law's pleasant task. I'm the company's gopher at the trade show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be fun, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related post:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/07/birdbath-bingo-booth-and-trade-show.html"&gt;Birdbath, Bingo Booth, and Trade Show&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 28, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Background:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catholicmarketing.com/"&gt;Catholic Marketing Network&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cvent.com/events/15th-annual-catholic-marketing-network-trade-show/event-summary-0c6f3f1484034b579975c1c49b9a3a91.aspx"&gt;15th Annual Catholic Marketing Network Trade Show&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Philadelphia, PA: Tuesday, August 2, 2011 - Friday, August 5, 2011&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-823463208702848907?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/823463208702848907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=823463208702848907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/823463208702848907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/823463208702848907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/07/trade-show-trip-everythings-ready-i.html' title='Trade Show Trip: Everything&apos;s Ready (I Think)'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4089330509933333006</id><published>2011-07-28T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:36:24.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neighbors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knights of Columbus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stearns County Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>Birdbath, Bingo Booth, and Trade Show</title><content type='html'>Getting caught up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 19, 2011. I see I didn't mention it that day, but on the 19th, our birdbath basin reappeared. It blew away in the July 10 storm. Someone must have found it, and figured out where it came from. And left it by the birdbath column. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://brendans-island.com/blogsource/20110726ff/PoolTable20110703sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;New-to-us pool table. July 3, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife bought a pool table around July 3, at a rummage sale. It's not perfectly flat - but it took a bit of play to be sure about that. The folks who had it asked for about 1/10 to 1/100 of what I've seen this sort of thing selling for - and I'm pretty sure that they knew it wasn't exactly up to tournament standards. So I think it was a satisfactory trade for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten another bulletin out for the Knights of Columbus local council. We're getting the Bingo booth set up at the &lt;a href="http://stearnscountyfair.com/"&gt;Stearns County Fair&lt;/a&gt;. And for the first time in many years - I won't be calling numbers at the 6:00-8:00 p.m. Saturday shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a pretty good reason for not being there. My son-in-law and #2 daughter are taking me to a trade show in Philadelphia: where I'll be the company gopher and booth-sitter-in-residence. It's the first time in many years that I've been at a convention and trade show, and the first time ever being in Philadelphia. Near the city, actually. It's going to be a long week, the trade show lasts Monday through Friday: but I think it's going to be a good experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort-of-related posts, not necessarily in this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://withoutlosingmymind.blogspot.com/2011/07/after-trying-several-approaches-to.html"&gt;Trade Show Time: Catholic Marketing Network&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 27, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/07/of-exercise-heat-and-melting-butter.html"&gt;Of Exercise, Heat, and Melting Butter&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 19, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://saukcentrejournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinclair-lewis-days-parade-and-storm.html"&gt;Sinclair Lewis Days Parade, and Storm Photos&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sauk Centre Journal Blog (July 17, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://saukcentrejournal.blogspot.com/2011/07/sauk-centre-storm-may-10-no-power-no.html"&gt;Sauk Centre Storm July 10: No Power, No Internet, No Injuries&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sauk Centre Journal Blog (July 12, 2011)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4089330509933333006?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4089330509933333006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4089330509933333006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4089330509933333006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4089330509933333006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/07/birdbath-bingo-booth-and-trade-show.html' title='Birdbath, Bingo Booth, and Trade Show'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2036488304163433262</id><published>2011-07-19T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:57:24.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Of Exercise, Heat, and Melting Butter</title><content type='html'>I've been adding five minutes a week to my daily exercises - and would have been up to 55 minutes, as of yesterday. (&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/06/maundering-on-about-exercise-also-air.html"&gt;June 7, 2011&lt;/a&gt;) Since I did 60 minutes on Sunday - without meaning to - I decided to skip to the full hour this week, since that was the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did 1:09 yesterday, in two installments: a tribute to determination, fortitude, an air conditioner and strategically placed fans. Mostly the air conditioner, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a heat advisory on for my part of the world, until tomorrow night. It's actually not all that bad - the thermometer got below 80, Fahrenheit, last night: and inside the butter didn't melt completely. Thanks, again, to an air conditioner. Window unit. Rated to keep one medium-size room comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A system of fans gives us the equivalent of inadequate 'central air' on the first floor - which is enormously better than what either my wife or I grew up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2036488304163433262?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2036488304163433262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2036488304163433262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2036488304163433262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2036488304163433262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/07/of-exercise-heat-and-melting-butter.html' title='Of Exercise, Heat, and Melting Butter'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2196868730412048925</id><published>2011-06-19T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:04:04.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><title type='text'>Father's Day - and the Freezer Gave Up</title><content type='html'>I've had a nice Father's Day - spend largely in going to church, grilling burgers, and goofing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the afternoon, my wife noticed that our freezer was kaput. Defunct. No longer among the functional. And only a quarter-century or so after we bought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later she was back, with an assortment of my nieces, nephews, and in-laws. Also a (huge) new freezer. She'd found one in Alexandria, down the road. With the help of the extended family, the new freezer is in - and has been stocked with the undamaged (I trust) food that had been in the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old freezer is now sitting on the floor behind where I sit - temporarily, I assume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2196868730412048925?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2196868730412048925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2196868730412048925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2196868730412048925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2196868730412048925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-and-freezer-gave-up.html' title='Father&apos;s Day - and the Freezer Gave Up'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-5077116105516173538</id><published>2011-06-07T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T15:48:35.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><title type='text'>Maundering on About Exercise - Also Air Conditioning</title><content type='html'>I had a sore neck last week - which was good news, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed the way I eat and exercise last month - May 17. It involves adding five minutes a day to time I spend on a number of Wii Fit 2 exercises each week, until I'm up to an hour a day. I hit the 25-minute mark yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week was not encouraging. Between a determinedly sensible set of meals each day, plus exercise, I was feeling awful. I don't think pollen in the air, or spending hours outside one afternoon helped. I'd cracked that "if this is what being healthy feels like: you can have it." I kept going, and I'm feeling not-awful now. Which is an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I started doing an exercise that works my arms and shoulders. Over-doing would be more accurate. I had a slightly stiff neck by the time I went to sleep that day, and by morning it ached and was really, sincerely, emphatically stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started turning my head left as far as I could comfortably, turning a bit more after that, holding, and repeating with looking rightwards. Stretching muscles 101 stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stiff neck was really good news: I knew that I'd started using muscles that hadn't been attended to in a long time. I also realized that being able to do something a quarter-century ago didn't mean I could jump right back and do it again now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. That's quite enough of some dude who's pushing 60 writing about the state of his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife, son, and #3 daughter set up the window air conditioner - just behind my desk chair. This is now the coolest, driest, and almost the breeziest spot in the house. #3 daughter set up a line of box fans from here to the other end of the ground floor, in an effort to get some of the 'cool' down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 100 Fahrenheit outside - also windy. Summer is definitely here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-5077116105516173538?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/5077116105516173538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=5077116105516173538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5077116105516173538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5077116105516173538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/06/maundering-on-about-exercise-also-air.html' title='Maundering on About Exercise - Also Air Conditioning'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4487153583061154338</id><published>2011-05-28T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T09:28:54.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grilling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>It's a beautiful, clear, warm day here in central Minnesota. I've grilled burgers for lunch - and am doing a little catch-up in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son gave #3 daughter a hangul keyboard for her birthday - which was much-appreciated. And yes, I know: it's 'supposed' to be hangeul, Hangul, hankul, Han'gŭl, or maybe something else. It's actually 한글 - hangul is one way of writing 한글 with the Latin alphabet that English uses, and I'm sticking with that. Sounded out, "hangul" is pretty close to the way we pronounce it - although I suspect we've got an upper-Midwest accent you could slice with a knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 daughter may be coming tomorrow - which I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started exercising regularly - and cutting snacks. My wife suggested an approach that seems to be working. I felt tired, among other things, the first week - but that might have been springtime. Pollen and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The folks across the street north have what looks like a some-assembly-required lawn table in their driveway, sunshine is taunting me, and I've still got a task or two to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4487153583061154338?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4487153583061154338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4487153583061154338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4487153583061154338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4487153583061154338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-1403807336701495441</id><published>2011-05-09T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T21:15:04.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Release the Chickens!</title><content type='html'>Our #1 and #2 daughters - the latter with our son-in-law - were home for the weekend, partly for the Mother's Day family get-together in one of the Twin Cities' northern suburbs. I made it down there for the first time in several years, which turned out quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back here in Sauk Centre, we did some more catching-up. My son-in-law told me that ticks make it hard to work with the tractor in the timber claim: a roughly 10-acre woodland north of their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to spin a story about those North Dakota ticks having developed a taste for motor oil. The truth is remarkable enough. Those blood-sucking pests are so thick in spots that he can see masses of them moving over the undergrowth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and #2 daughter have a plan for dealing with the ticks this summer. They intend to get a sort of porta-coop, a high-capacity water &amp; feed unit, and about 30 chickens. Chickens eat ticks - which is why they've already got a small flock of free-range chickens in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I could call it 'green' pest control: but the fact is, that's the way folks in this part of the world have been keeping ticks in check for generations. Some of us, anyway.&lt;h4&gt;Transitions&lt;/h4&gt;I didn't realize, until after Easter, that this family has passed another milestone. For the first time in many, many years we didn't color Easter eggs this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that activity: but change happens. And if parents do their job right, children grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-1403807336701495441?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/1403807336701495441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=1403807336701495441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1403807336701495441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1403807336701495441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/05/release-chickens.html' title='Release the Chickens!'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-9054025320915588602</id><published>2011-04-12T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:17:48.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Signs of Spring, or Summer, or Something</title><content type='html'>A day or so ago I saw two birds, about sparrow-size, at the bird bath. I hadn't filled it, but between snow and rain it was full. I'm not sure what sort they were - the tops of their heads were reddish - and that's about as much as I know at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a few minutes on the front porch/stoop/whatever yesterday afternoon, enjoying the bench, the sun, and fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, noticing that my feet were over-warm in the winter slippers I've been wearing, I switched to flip-flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely spring. Or summer. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever this time of year should be called: It's warmer, and I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-9054025320915588602?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/9054025320915588602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=9054025320915588602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/9054025320915588602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/9054025320915588602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/04/signs-of-spring-or-summer-or-something.html' title='Signs of Spring, or Summer, or Something'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4388558712613653009</id><published>2011-04-02T21:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:35:40.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>'It was Only a Small Fire'</title><content type='html'>First, the good news: Nobody got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son-in-law had gone into the garage to get some chicken feed out of their Buick. Since the car hadn't been driven in a while, and he &amp; #2 daughter were planning to use it later in the evening, he tried starting the engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard a "POP," and saw smoke coming out from under the hood. It's a wood frame garage, attached to their house - with a propane tank on the other side of one of the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son-in-law called #2 daughter to come and help, hooked a logging chain to that burning car, and pulled it out of the garage- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://brendans-island.com/blogsource/20101015ff/2011-04-02_16-11-30_594-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - before it got to this point. Then he told #2 daughter to call the fire department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://brendans-island.com/blogsource/20101015ff/2011-04-02_16-17-36_453-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took them about five minutes to get out there - which is pretty good response, considering they're on the other side of an Interstate from the town. I'm told the fire fighters commended the young couple on quick thinking and cool heads. When they got the call, for a garage fire, they figured there wouldn't be much left of the house by the time they were through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 daughter and son-in-law had a fire extinguisher out there - but they decided the priority was getting the vehicle away from flammable materials. I haven't heard of a logging chain and towing hookups being standard home emergency equipment - but it sure came in handy this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with my son-in-law an hour or so ago. He figures the most likely explanation for the fire is a critter getting under the car's hood and chewing on wires. When power was applied, a short circuit could have ignited plastic, melting more insulation away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad he and #2 daughter are okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by Aaron McWilliams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last month, #3 daughter got promoted to 1st gup in Soo Bahk Do. Which is a pretty big deal - it's the last step before black belt. Except it's more of a midnight blue belt. Soo Bahk Do is a sort of karate, except it's from Korea. Which is why my wife and #3 daughter are learning Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in my wife's case, Latin - and that's another topic. She's teaching for another home-schooling family we know. So, for that matter, is #3 daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I spend most of my time writing posts, and nosing around the Internet to find something to post about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4388558712613653009?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4388558712613653009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4388558712613653009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4388558712613653009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4388558712613653009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-was-only-small-fire.html' title='&apos;It was Only a Small Fire&apos;'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2977892569382435938</id><published>2011-03-20T22:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T22:09:03.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soo Bahk Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Almost Spring: Soo Bahk Do, and Pets</title><content type='html'>My wife and #3 daughter were at a Soo Bahk Do clinic most of yesterday: leaving about 6:00 a.m. and getting home late in the evening. The clinic/learning session didn't take that long - but it was in Minnesota's Twin Cities area, which involves about two hours on the road, each way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gather that it was quite an active day, mentally and physically. (Soo Bahk Do is sort of like Karate.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring, Minnesota style, is here: it rained last night, and the snow drifts are lower than they were a few days ago. They're also starting to show the dust and dirt that's been hidden inside. This isn't the most 'picture postcard' season here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night #1 daughter noticed that Eek the mouse died. She'd collected the little critter in her apartment - and made a pet of it. We've no idea how old Eek was. He'd made a daring escape several days earlier, and been recaptured in one of a number of 'live' traps #1 daughter had set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitches, #1 daughter's cat, on the other hand, is doing fine: and at this moment scampering around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't all that's happened lately - but that would make a very long post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2977892569382435938?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2977892569382435938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2977892569382435938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2977892569382435938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2977892569382435938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/03/almost-spring-soo-bahk-do-and-pets.html' title='Almost Spring: Soo Bahk Do, and Pets'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8605341784889732370</id><published>2011-03-04T18:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T18:38:45.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>"Leave Everything Alone"</title><content type='html'>My wife was making bread this afternoon, but had to get something done at the bank: which left me with a table covered with dough in various stages of preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if there was anything she'd like me to do while she was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment's reflection, she told me: "Leave everything alone."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8605341784889732370?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8605341784889732370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8605341784889732370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8605341784889732370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8605341784889732370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/03/leave-everything-alone.html' title='&quot;Leave Everything Alone&quot;'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8532492848474098992</id><published>2011-02-02T23:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:12:05.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><title type='text'>My Son, the Computer Technician</title><content type='html'>It's a big day at the Gill household. My son, Peter, passed his A+ certification this afternoon. He is now a computer technician with documentation that says he's a computer technician. (more about A+ certification at "&lt;a href="http://www.pcmag.com/encyclopedia_term/0,2542,t=A+certification&amp;i=40129,00.asp"&gt;Definition of: CompTIA&lt;/a&gt;," PC Magazine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;b&gt;been&lt;/b&gt; a computer technician for some time, in the practical sense of having the knowledge and skills necessary to fix computers for members of the family - and folks he knows who needed their computers repaired. But now he'll have a piece of paper that says he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And contemporary culture being what it is - that piece of paper is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a proud papa? Oh, yeah: definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8532492848474098992?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8532492848474098992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8532492848474098992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8532492848474098992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8532492848474098992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-son-computer-technician.html' title='My Son, the Computer Technician'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2001899075652599857</id><published>2011-01-30T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:24:58.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon: Goofing Off</title><content type='html'>Actually, I haven't been goofing off all &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; much - I've celebrated Mass, opined in another blog, and discussed family matters with my wife and son-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also enjoyed, thoroughly, noticing my wife and #2 daughter discuss the layout and functionality of the kitchen in their place - #2 daughter &amp;amp; son-in-law's, that is. They live in the house where my mother grew up. My parents made heavy modifications when they refitted it as a retirement home for themselves: and now the next generation is doing some long-overdue repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're also stripping the old southwest corner of the house to the basic structure and rebuilding it. I've seen what they have in mind: and it makes sense. For starters, the house will have a new electrical system when they're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About time, too: my parents brought a 19th century farmhouse up to speed with late-20th-century technology; now it's time for another upgrade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2001899075652599857?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2001899075652599857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2001899075652599857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2001899075652599857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2001899075652599857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-afternoon-goofing-off.html' title='Sunday Afternoon: Goofing Off'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-5439213234841821345</id><published>2010-12-11T15:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:52:29.010-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Doing This Weekend: What I Should have Done Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>I got a reminder this afternoon, that the Knights of Columbus bulletin for the local council should have been in the mail. Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uff da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I may, maybe, be able to get the thing done by Monday morning. Then, maybe, the printers will be able to turn it around in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, this is going to be - interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-5439213234841821345?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/5439213234841821345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=5439213234841821345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5439213234841821345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5439213234841821345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/12/doing-this-weekend-what-i-should-have.html' title='Doing This Weekend: What I Should have Done Last Weekend'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-7561908093492867612</id><published>2010-12-11T13:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T13:47:29.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grilling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Another Weekend</title><content type='html'>I'd have liked to have been out grilling burgers this noon, but between a light fever, a mild winter storm, and a sensible wife - I've deferred the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what the grill looked like a week ago, after my son shoveled it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/images/journal/SnowGrill20101204sauk-centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, and this, #1 daughter is here visiting. With her cat, Twitches. Kitten, actually. Cute little thing. Lively, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20101015ff/Twitches20101205sauk-centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitches did a very thorough job of cleaning out that bowl last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 'vest' she's wearing is an &lt;a href="http://www.yourdictionary.com/ace-bandage"&gt;Ace bandage&lt;/a&gt;. Twitches has a patch of very tender skin on her shoulder - which the bandage and gauze underneath protects. She does not - emphatically not - like the bandage. Or, rather, does not like the process of changing the dressing once or twice a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-7561908093492867612?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/7561908093492867612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=7561908093492867612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7561908093492867612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7561908093492867612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-weekend.html' title='Another Weekend'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8316251029032940023</id><published>2010-11-29T21:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T21:42:50.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vehicles'/><title type='text'>Off the Road</title><content type='html'>#1 daughter is okay. She called us from the ditch of the Interstate, between Osakis and Alexandria. After calling the State Patrol, and getting a wrecker sent her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'd been staying with us over Thanksgiving weekend. The original idea was that she'd go home Sunday evening. A job came her way, designing a flier, so she extended her visit. The job needed a fairly powerful computer: and my son had what she needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to have her company an extra day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, after getting the final revision done &amp; approved, she packed up and set off for Alexandria. That wasn't as daft as it might seem: snow was letting up here, there was no wind to speak of. And the Weather Service has been known to exaggerate - or miscalculate - a storm's severity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Interstate was fine - until around Osakis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had company - she and the wrecker passed a few other cars that had gone off the road, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's okay: That's the big thing. So is Twitches, the cat she lives with, who was riding with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8316251029032940023?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8316251029032940023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8316251029032940023' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8316251029032940023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8316251029032940023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/11/off-road.html' title='Off the Road'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3339962579656721001</id><published>2010-11-23T19:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:07:17.394-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vehicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>About 100 Miles of Errands</title><content type='html'>The family's van is back. The overheating I mentioned last week (&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/11/overheated-van-common-sense-advice.html"&gt;November 20, 2010&lt;/a&gt;) was due to a leaky water pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a new one now. That, plus a change of oil &amp;amp; filter, and a quick once-over, should take care of the van's maintenance needs for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous last words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon on the road - going to St. Cloud to get a copy of my son's birth certificate - so that he can get a photo ID - and then stopping in at Melrose on the way back to pick up medications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to staying inside tomorrow: the forecast involves sleet, freezing rain - and a winter weather advisory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3339962579656721001?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3339962579656721001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3339962579656721001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3339962579656721001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3339962579656721001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/11/about-100-miles-of-errands.html' title='About 100 Miles of Errands'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3732306828065538937</id><published>2010-11-20T20:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:37:44.483-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vehicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Overheated Van, Common-Sense Advice</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon didn't go quite as-planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to drive to St. Cloud, get a copy of my son's birth certificate so that he could get a photo-ID - which in turn would make it possible for him to get tested on a computer maintenance course he's taken - and pick up  medications for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a few miles out from Sauk Centre when I heard a 'beep' from the dashboard. Never a good sign. The oil warning light was on, and the gauge was climbing to the top of its range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several miles later, after coasting in neutral, accelerating to highway speed and repeating the cycle on the shoulder - hazard flashers on, of course - I made it up the Melrose exit, about ten miles from Sauk Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd figured how long it would take me to get to St. Cloud at that rate - and the Stearns County offices would have been closed by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called home (sensible act) and told my wife what had happened. I then opined (not-so-sensible thing) that I could get the van back, the same way I got it to Melrose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then felt very 'married,' when my wife told me in even, deliberate tones: "Call - Flowers." So I called Flowers Collision service here in town - and eventually got a tow back to Sauk Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think I could have coaxed the van back into town - but asking for help was a lot more sensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I've heard that men live, on average, ten years longer if they're married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3732306828065538937?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3732306828065538937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3732306828065538937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3732306828065538937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3732306828065538937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/11/overheated-van-common-sense-advice.html' title='Overheated Van, Common-Sense Advice'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8383756248402897885</id><published>2010-11-12T11:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:42:18.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>So, this morning I wake up: and my left ear is plugged again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch, I pressed the 'reset button' (&lt;a href="http://wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=tragus"&gt;tragus&lt;/a&gt;, that projection just forward of the ear canal) on my left ear. And - pop! - I could hear normally through that ear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the intermittent popping and slurping that goes along with this cold. Or whatever it is. And there's the familiar tinnitus. Rather louder these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, though: Hey! I can hear in stereo! Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8383756248402897885?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8383756248402897885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8383756248402897885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8383756248402897885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8383756248402897885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4945567435247331110</id><published>2010-11-11T20:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:05:03.927-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Wow! My Other Ear Popped</title><content type='html'>About 2:30 this afternoon, my left ear 'popped:' and I can now hear more than the inside of my head and low-frequency outside sounds on that side. It's 'nice' to have stereo hearing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I could get rid of this cold. Or whatever it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4945567435247331110?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4945567435247331110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4945567435247331110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4945567435247331110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4945567435247331110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/11/wow-my-other-ear-popped.html' title='Wow! My Other Ear Popped'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2550560726210670590</id><published>2010-10-27T12:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:32:47.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furnace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Wintry Weather and a Balky Furnace</title><content type='html'>We woke up this morning - always a good way to start a day. It was a little above freezing outside, and significantly warmer inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down side, the furnace had quit during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 12:20 now, someone's been here to see what the furnace trouble was: and fixed our pilot light. The house is warming up to winter-normal now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation could have been a lot worse. Quite a few folks in this part of the state lost power yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I see, St. Cloud set a new record for rainfall:&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.wjon.com/LocalNews/tabid/4262/newsid9787/55863/Default.aspx"&gt;Wind Storm downs powerlines, trees&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Jim Maurice, WJON WJON Local News (October 27, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;High winds and heavy rain moved through the area yesterday (Tuesday). The National Weather Service is reporting our highest wind gust at 58 miles an hour last night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The strong winds caused many people throughout central Minnesota to lose power. East Central Energy is reporting as many as 2,600 customers without power during the overnight. They say they still have 900 customers without electricity. Xcel Energy says they had over 9,000 customers in greater Minnesota without power at one time, but they are down to 3700 customers now....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;...If you have a tennis match scheduled at Gold's Gym in Sartell today (Wednesday), you're going to have to reschedule.  The manager says their inflatable dome has a 30-40 foot tear in it, due to the strong winds last night, causing it to deflate.  He says they're hoping to get it fixed and back up by the end of the day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;We also set a rainfall record for the second day in a row. We officially had 1.44 inches at the St. Cloud Regional Airport. Breaking the old record of 1.33 set in 1941. We've now collected over 2 1/2 inches of rain since Sunday. And, after being dry for most of the month, we're actually .62" above normal now for October....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There was a powdering of snow on the ground in the morning, but it doesn't look like we'll get the one or two inches forecast. Can't say I'd be disappointed to miss that. For the sake of trick-or-treaters, if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some photos yesterday afternoon. The folks across the street from us lost a branch that's maybe three or four inches in diameter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20101015ff/South9th20101026_228PM_sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mid-afternoon on South 9th. October 26, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20101015ff/South9th20101026_228PMdetail_sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;A closer look at that downed branch. October 26, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20101015ff/South9th20101026_421PM_sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;About 4:20 in the afternoon: brisk weather for a walk. October 26, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2550560726210670590?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2550560726210670590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2550560726210670590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2550560726210670590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2550560726210670590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/wintry-weather-and-balky-furnace.html' title='Wintry Weather and a Balky Furnace'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4336857159113496989</id><published>2010-10-18T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:41:19.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Busted Water Pipe, Day 32: Plumbing Progress and Regress</title><content type='html'>When this Monday dawned, the house had a working bathroom: two, if you count a lavatory. Then, briefly, we had two: or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's back to one: or, like I said, two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing fine, really: No porta potties, and no plans to excavate for an outhouse: which is probably illegal inside Sauk Centre. I'd have to check zoning and other regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that it isn't the same one that's out of commission at the moment. We're getting some overdue maintenance/repair word done upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated topic, my wife's got a cold now. They say that it's a good idea for couples to do things together - but this probably isn't what that anonymous "they" had in mind. She says that I seem to be on the mend - which may be true. I don't feel sick, or tired, or much of anything else: and thinking isn't as easy to do as I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, as we say in Minnesota: It could be worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/busted-water-pipe-day-26-tiles-grouted.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day 26: Tiles Grouted, Burgers Grilled&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(October 12, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/busted-water-pipe-day-25-kitchens-back.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day 25: Kitchen's Back Online&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(October 11, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-in-construction-site.html"&gt;Living in a Construction Site&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(October 8, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-nine-getting-back.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Nine: Getting Back to Normal&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 25, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-seven-flooring.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Seven: Flooring, Gas Pipe, and Sparks&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 23, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-five-bathrooms-in.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Five: Bathroom's in the Kitchen, and a Mouse Condominium?!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 21, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/hammers-fans-dehumidifiers-and-maybe.html"&gt;Hammers, Fans, Dehumidifiers, and Maybe Some Good News&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 20, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/wet-albums-loud-fans-and-grilled.html"&gt;Wet Albums, Loud Fans, and Grilled Burgers&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 19, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-much-water-on-floors.html"&gt;Not So Much Water on the Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4336857159113496989?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4336857159113496989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4336857159113496989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4336857159113496989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4336857159113496989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/busted-water-pipe-day-32-plumbing.html' title='Busted Water Pipe, Day 32: Plumbing Progress and Regress'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-976674001019654717</id><published>2010-10-12T22:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:36:58.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Busted Water Pipe, Day 26: Tiles Grouted, Burgers Grilled</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a reminder from #3 daughter and my son, I grilled burgers for supper tonight. Work in the house hasn't directly affected the outdoor grill, but we're in the habit of having fries (which we bake) with the burgers - and that wasn't happening with the oven in storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there's now grout between the new tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated matter, the local Culligan service called this afternoon. I'd said something nice about them last year, I think it was, and they wanted to know if I was okay with their using my remark in their advertising. I said 'yes,' of course. First, they're an okay outfit. Second, I don't mind the publicity, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/busted-water-pipe-day-25-kitchens-back.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day 25: Kitchen's Back Online&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(October 11, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-in-construction-site.html"&gt;Living in a Construction Site&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(October 8, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-nine-getting-back.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Nine: Getting Back to Normal&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 25, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-seven-flooring.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Seven: Flooring, Gas Pipe, and Sparks&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 23, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-five-bathrooms-in.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Five: Bathroom's in the Kitchen, and a Mouse Condominium?!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 21, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/hammers-fans-dehumidifiers-and-maybe.html"&gt;Hammers, Fans, Dehumidifiers, and Maybe Some Good News&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 20, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/wet-albums-loud-fans-and-grilled.html"&gt;Wet Albums, Loud Fans, and Grilled Burgers&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 19, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-much-water-on-floors.html"&gt;Not So Much Water on the Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-976674001019654717?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/976674001019654717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=976674001019654717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/976674001019654717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/976674001019654717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/busted-water-pipe-day-26-tiles-grouted.html' title='Busted Water Pipe, Day 26: Tiles Grouted, Burgers Grilled'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8961736334033114355</id><published>2010-10-11T22:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:19:54.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Busted Water Pipe, Day 25: Kitchen's Back Online</title><content type='html'>As of this evening, the oven, the washing machine and the dryer are where they belong and plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This household is another - big - step closer to getting back to our usual routines. Like preparing most of our food in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been an interesting experience: and I'm not at all sorry to see it winding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-in-construction-site.html"&gt;Living in a Construction Site&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(October 8, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-nine-getting-back.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Nine: Getting Back to Normal&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 25, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-seven-flooring.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Seven: Flooring, Gas Pipe, and Sparks&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 23, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-five-bathrooms-in.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Five: Bathroom's in the Kitchen, and a Mouse Condominium?!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 21, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/hammers-fans-dehumidifiers-and-maybe.html"&gt;Hammers, Fans, Dehumidifiers, and Maybe Some Good News&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 20, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/wet-albums-loud-fans-and-grilled.html"&gt;Wet Albums, Loud Fans, and Grilled Burgers&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 19, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-much-water-on-floors.html"&gt;Not So Much Water on the Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8961736334033114355?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8961736334033114355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8961736334033114355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8961736334033114355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8961736334033114355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/busted-water-pipe-day-25-kitchens-back.html' title='Busted Water Pipe, Day 25: Kitchen&apos;s Back Online'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6214235812278111576</id><published>2010-10-09T10:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:55:30.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>My Son, the Techie</title><content type='html'>My son set up and launched his website yesterday evening. 'First' website, I suspect. It's still a work in process, but what I've seen looks good. Granted, I'm biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he's tweaking the WordPress-powered blog on the website. I told him that I'd be using him as a technical consultant when/if I start hosting my blogs myself - which I might, although Blogger's served me very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't beat the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="floor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other developments, the flooring project is in process again this morning - and still going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I located the stove - also the washer and dryer. They're in an arc, starting west and a little south of my desk, mostly in the west part of the north room. Happily, it's a big room: although with the movable contents of the kitchen and laundry room in here, it doesn't feel like it so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6214235812278111576?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6214235812278111576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6214235812278111576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6214235812278111576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6214235812278111576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-son-techie.html' title='My Son, the Techie'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6549844497679840764</id><published>2010-10-08T21:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:27:35.378-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soo Bahk Do'/><title type='text'>Living in a Construction Site</title><content type='html'>There are much worse things than having a water pipe burst in the house. But that's been enough to disrupt things for this household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been in the rebuilding stage for a while here. And, since my desk and computer are in the north room, just off the kitchen, I have a sort of front-row seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote in another blog, earlier today:&lt;blockquote&gt;"It's quiet at the moment, but pretty soon this area will be suffused with the rhythms of a staple gun, the shrill sonority of a rotary saw, anon hammerings and scrapings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tranquil it ain't."&lt;br /&gt;(Apathetic Lemming of the North (&lt;a href="http://apatheticlemming.blogspot.com/2010/10/lemming-tracks-technology-construction.html"&gt;October 8, 2010&lt;/a&gt;))&lt;/blockquote&gt;I took some photos on Wednesday, while the floor was mostly taken apart in three (or four, depending on how you count them) rooms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100903ff/RepairsA20101006sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tearing the floors up uncovered a few things that needed fixing. (October 6, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say that having an indoor water feature in the house was a good thing - but taking up flooring, and what the flooring was sitting on, showed a few spots that needed attention - and made it possible to get the fixing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100903ff/RepairsB20101006sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the floor at the foot of the stairs going from the ground to the second floor: or, rather, the floor joists and old subfloor. (October 6, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely, the gaps between the old subfloor planks aren't very dark. There's a reason for that. You're looking straight down into the basement, where a light's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100903ff/RepairsC20101006sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm going to miss being able to see into the basement from the first floor. But not much. (October 6, 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's smooth flooring in the rooms that needed work now, for the first time in - quite a while. There's going to be a finished surface that goes over that - but I'm glad not to be walking on rough planks and the occasional screw or nail any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep things interesting: as of - early today, I think it was - the refrigerator is in the north room, behind me and to my left as I sit at the desk. It's plugged in, so our food supply is okay. The stove? It's somewhere else. And not plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be glad when the various repair/reconstruction jobs are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a lot of work that needs to be done on the east wall of the house - but happily that can wait until spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing: My wife and #3 daughter have been off with the Soo Bahk Do class, down in the Twin Cities (Minneapolis-St. Paul to non-Minnesotans). Some sort of test. I expect them back in an hour or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6549844497679840764?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6549844497679840764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6549844497679840764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6549844497679840764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6549844497679840764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-in-construction-site.html' title='Living in a Construction Site'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8643679928800658818</id><published>2010-09-26T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:16:32.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soo Bahk Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Kimchi: Like Sauerkraut, But Spicy</title><content type='html'>I have now sampled kimchi: Korea's version of sauerkraut. I rather like sauerkraut: Germany's version of kimchi. Kimchi is spicier. And redder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and #3 daughter brought some kimchi home with them from Soo Bahk Do class tonight. My daughter was - impressed? - that I took a look at it, and ate the entire sample: maybe two or three tablespoons-worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes started watering about the same time that she was explaining that she'd just touched some to her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my method allows me to experience it more completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my sinuses seem to be more open now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8643679928800658818?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8643679928800658818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8643679928800658818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8643679928800658818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8643679928800658818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/kimchi-like-sauerkraut-but-spicy.html' title='Kimchi: Like Sauerkraut, But Spicy'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-821586826987656525</id><published>2010-09-25T21:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T21:34:43.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Busted Water Pipe, Day Nine: Getting Back to Normal</title><content type='html'>Possibly the last of the Servicemaster fellows was here yesterday, cleaning and - sanitizing, I suppose you'd call it - the ductwork that got water in it. I took a few photos, but that'll wait until another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duct cleaning is important, I think: dust builds up in those things, and water got into over a dozen feet of them a week ago yesterday. One of the last things I'd want is mold getting a foothold there and spreading spores through the house. Not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: the ducts were more airtight than the technician expected them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are going to be 'next steps' well into next year - but at this point the house is dry, and ready to get flooring replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 daughter arrived Friday afternoon, and is here for the weekend - and glad that the fans are out of here. This place was noisy for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies have been sorting through stuff that was taken up from storage and has been getting dried. We'll be discarding some, passing some along to #2 daughter and her husband - and keeping some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-seven-flooring.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Seven: Flooring, Gas Pipe, and Sparks&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 23, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-five-bathrooms-in.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Five: Bathroom's in the Kitchen, and a Mouse Condominium?!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 21, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/hammers-fans-dehumidifiers-and-maybe.html"&gt;Hammers, Fans, Dehumidifiers, and Maybe Some Good News&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 20, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/wet-albums-loud-fans-and-grilled.html"&gt;Wet Albums, Loud Fans, and Grilled Burgers&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-much-water-on-floors.html"&gt;Not So Much Water on the Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-821586826987656525?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/821586826987656525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=821586826987656525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/821586826987656525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/821586826987656525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-nine-getting-back.html' title='Busted Water Pipe, Day Nine: Getting Back to Normal'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6491694678223592442</id><published>2010-09-23T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:00:43.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Busted Water Pipe, Day Seven: Flooring, Gas Pipe, and Sparks</title><content type='html'>I can't work up much enthusiasm for the idea, yet, but it's probably a good thing that a pipe broke in the laundry room last Friday morning. One of the fellows who's been over here, sorting out what needs to be done now that Servicemaster has dried the structure out, noticed that he got sparks around the circuit breaker panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an electrician came to evaluate the sparks, he found that one wire wasn't quite insulated properly. It's hard to tell what happened: years of slight movements might have cracked the insulation, it might have been nicked when the system was installed - or maybe something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: It &lt;b&gt;wasn't&lt;/b&gt; the water, so we aren't looking at tearing apart the walls and floors and tracing the wires. And, the faulty wire has been replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I don't feel all warm and wonderful about that busted pipe and the water damage. But between discovering a dryer vent that could have caught fire, learning about a small-but-dangerous flaw in the wiring, and getting a look at some repairs in the outside walls that can - thank God - wait until next summer: It looks like it's a good thing we had our attention focused on the workings of this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right. One more thing. We discovered that the insulation over our living room needs replacing and that the airspace over the room isn't adequately ventilated. That area wasn't affected by the flooding: but my wife had one of the fellows who was over here looking at needed repairs take a look at that area too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised about the insulation situation. That area's one that we figured needed attention - but could wait. Now, it's getting attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing: Servicemaster took its fans and heavy-duty dehumidifiers out of the house yesterday afternoon. It's really quite, now that they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-five-bathrooms-in.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Day Five: Bathroom's in the Kitchen, and a Mouse Condominium?!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 21, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/hammers-fans-dehumidifiers-and-maybe.html"&gt;Hammers, Fans, Dehumidifiers, and Maybe Some Good News&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 20, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/wet-albums-loud-fans-and-grilled.html"&gt;Wet Albums, Loud Fans, and Grilled Burgers&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-much-water-on-floors.html"&gt;Not So Much Water on the Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6491694678223592442?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6491694678223592442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6491694678223592442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6491694678223592442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6491694678223592442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-seven-flooring.html' title='Busted Water Pipe, Day Seven: Flooring, Gas Pipe, and Sparks'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-1851365251591114687</id><published>2010-09-21T21:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:50:03.085-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Busted Water Pipe, Day Five: Bathroom's in the Kitchen, and a Mouse Condominium?!</title><content type='html'>This could have been a lot worse. It still looks like we won't have to replace the drywall. Most of it, anyway. There's part of the laundry room that may need work done on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100903ff/WaterDamageA20100921Sauk-Centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You know it's going to be one of those days, when you come downstairs and find part of the bathroom in the kitchen. September 21, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floors in the ground floor bathroom, kitchen, and front entry, on the other hand: Those are stripped down to the old country-farmhouse floorboards. We'd use that as the 'new' floor surface: but there was too much damage done over the generations, before we got this place. So, after some repairs and yet more drying out, we'll be getting those floors resurfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100903ff/WaterDamageB20100921Sauk-Centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Servicemaster crew has done this before: That's an impressive tool kit. September 21, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fans and dehumidifiers are on again. They were off while the Servicemaster crew was here: good thing, too, since they kick up quite a breeze. I was right, by the way: the house &lt;b&gt;did&lt;/b&gt; seem awfully quiet. Apart from the hammering, drilling, and tearing up of flooring, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100903ff/WaterDamageC20100921Sauk-Centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Good news: We're getting new flooring in three rooms. Bad news: We need new flooring in three rooms. September 21, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100903ff/WaterDamageD_MouseCondominium20100921Sauk-Centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My wife saw those holes in the cabinet base and said to the fellow, in a pleased tone: "You're making mouse condominiums!" September 21, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those holes do their job of ventilation, we may be able to keep the existing cabinets. Which is to be hoped for: the things are nailed to the walls, not screwed in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 'mouse condominiums,' the first thing I thought of when I saw those holes was something like 'pre-drilled mouse access?' It would make a good story, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/hammers-fans-dehumidifiers-and-maybe.html"&gt;Hammers, Fans, Dehumidifiers, and Maybe Some Good News&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 20, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/wet-albums-loud-fans-and-grilled.html"&gt;Wet Albums, Loud Fans, and Grilled Burgers&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-much-water-on-floors.html"&gt;Not So Much Water on the Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-1851365251591114687?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/1851365251591114687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=1851365251591114687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1851365251591114687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1851365251591114687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-day-five-bathrooms-in.html' title='Busted Water Pipe, Day Five: Bathroom&apos;s in the Kitchen, and a Mouse Condominium?!'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3446678267114970924</id><published>2010-09-20T20:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:00:37.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Hammers, Fans, Dehumidifiers, and Maybe Some Good News</title><content type='html'>A crew - two men - from Servicemaster came today. I understand that they usually have more people on a job like this, but St. Cloud Servicemaster's territory extends up to the Canadian border - and apparently there's a rather major job that needs attention in a hospital up in International Falls. It's probably connected with this news item:&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.ifallsdailyjournal.com/news/breaking-news/hospital-full-diversionary-status-after-waterline-break-109"&gt;Hospital in full diversionary status after waterline break&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Laurel Beager, International Falls Journal (September 20, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;ER, clinic campus remain in operation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;A major waterline break Sunday evening at the hospital campus of the Rainy Lake Medical Center has caused the hospital to divert its inpatients to other facilities, according to CEO Brian Long.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Long reported this morning that the water line break that occurred at 7 p.m. Sunday caused the concrete floor in the basement to lift and the lower level to flood with about 7 inches of water....&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Under the circumstances, I'm glad that Servicemaster, St. Cloud, sent &lt;b&gt;anybody&lt;/b&gt; to a residence in Sauk Centre, Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew did a good job, too, stripping floor coverings from the ground-floor rooms. They also made quite a lot of noise, between hammers and other tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got some tentatively-good news. We may not need to replace the drywall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm really glad I was up at a crazy-late hour Friday morning, and (eventually) noticed the running water. This could have been a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it may be just as well that we had to pull the washer and dryer out and inspect all the hoses and ducts. There was quite a lot of lint in the dryer's vent. Note to self: inspect that system more often. Lint makes good kindling - and that's not something you want near something hot, like parts of a dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind: After Friday and the weekend, I'm just a bit jumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house is going to seem very quiet, once those fans and dehumidifiers are out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/wet-albums-loud-fans-and-grilled.html"&gt;Wet Albums, Loud Fans, and Grilled Burgers&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-much-water-on-floors.html"&gt;Not So Much Water on the Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3446678267114970924?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3446678267114970924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3446678267114970924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3446678267114970924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3446678267114970924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/hammers-fans-dehumidifiers-and-maybe.html' title='Hammers, Fans, Dehumidifiers, and Maybe Some Good News'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-789546613424347366</id><published>2010-09-19T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:52:58.635-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Wet Albums, Loud Fans, and Grilled Burgers</title><content type='html'>I spend about two hours this afternoon, cutting foam plastic squares in half, taking the records (vinyl albums) out of their jackets and inserting a half-square of the plastic, to keep the two sides apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to get the job done with all of them: but did process the lot that had been put in the garage, instead of being set up in the basement where Servicemaster's fans and dehumidifier are. The jackets were not damp: They were wet. I rather hope that I got to them in time - and that we can hang on to the drying system long enough to keep the collection from molding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's been a fairly normal day: high-volume fans and a humidifier pumping water out of the air - and so, indirectly, out of the walls and floor on the first floor and basement; grilling burgers - actually, #1 daughter did that today (thanks!). I was talking with a fellow from Servicemaster when it was time to fix lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining: but those fans are rather loud. I like the sound, actually: but it makes a certain amount of concentration necessary when I want to talk with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-much-water-on-floors.html"&gt;Not So Much Water on the Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-789546613424347366?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/789546613424347366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=789546613424347366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/789546613424347366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/789546613424347366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/wet-albums-loud-fans-and-grilled.html' title='Wet Albums, Loud Fans, and Grilled Burgers'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-7511248598344222682</id><published>2010-09-17T12:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T18:13:36.796-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>Not So Much Water on the Floors</title><content type='html'>Servicemaster (St. Cloud) got a crew out here long before sunrise. They got things carried to the garage and set up fans and dehumidifiers - big ones - that are pulling what water they couldn't get out of the air, and so indirectly out of the wood and dry wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company will have someone else come - in a day or two, as I recall - to see whether we get to put new dry wall into the laundry room. I could do without that, but I could also do without mold and other problems that can come from neglecting maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife relieved me at about 7:30, I got maybe four hours sleep, and I'll shortly be heading for St. Cloud for some testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I don't think I'll have trouble sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related post:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html"&gt;Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(September 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-7511248598344222682?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/7511248598344222682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=7511248598344222682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7511248598344222682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7511248598344222682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-much-water-on-floors.html' title='Not So Much Water on the Floors'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-159182021353530009</id><published>2010-09-17T02:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:20:29.005-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors</title><content type='html'>I could have realized that the washer wasn't running normally, when I didn't hear the water in the laundry room turn off after a few minutes. But I was intent on finishing a post in another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: My wife can - and did - crawl in to the main water valve for the house and there isn't any more coming in; Hoffman Plumbing (Sauk Centre) is here now, and found what was wrong (a rubber hose we'll know to replace at intervals - now); Service Master, St. Cloud, will be out here - when they're able to get a crew together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news: I don't know how much damage's been done yet. And we're a dry house until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it could be worse. A lot worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-159182021353530009?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/159182021353530009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=159182021353530009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/159182021353530009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/159182021353530009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/09/busted-water-pipe-standing-water-on-two.html' title='Busted Water Pipe, Standing Water on Two Floors'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-5694147902829612711</id><published>2010-08-30T21:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:07:02.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small town'/><title type='text'>A Quiet Evening, Aside From a Tornado Watch</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a much less routine night than I expected. There's a tornado watch out for this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=Sauk%20Centre%20Minnesota&amp;amp;wuSelect=WEATHER"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/9_30pm20100730sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(From Wunderground.com, Minnesota, used w/o permission)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not surprised. It's been hot, humid, and windy all day - 'thunderstorm weather.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's about as much as I know about the watch, so far:&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Statement as of 9:40 PM CDT on August 30, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Tornado Watch 636 remains in effect until 200 am CDT for the following locations&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;MN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;. Minnesota counties included are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Chippewa Douglas Kandiyohi&lt;br /&gt;Lac Qui Parle Pope Redwood&lt;br /&gt;Renville Stearns Stevens&lt;br /&gt;swift Todd Yellow Medicine&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/US/MN/049.html#PUB"&gt;Wunderground.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'll be keeping an eye on this set of storms, obviously. At the rate they're going, I figure it'll be a half-hour, maybe an hour, before the excitement starts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I seem overly-calm about this: I'm pretty confident in the storm-spotters who get deployed outside town in this sort of situation, the warning sirens have been inspected and serviced recently, and - like I said - I'll be staying up to keep an eye and ear out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a view of a Sauk Centre neighborhood on this webcam: &lt;a href="http://smalltownamericaminnesota.blogspot.com/"&gt;Small Town America: Minnesota &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-5694147902829612711?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/5694147902829612711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=5694147902829612711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5694147902829612711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5694147902829612711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiet-evening-aside-from-tornado-watch.html' title='A Quiet Evening, Aside From a Tornado Watch'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-9094826390657222634</id><published>2010-08-28T23:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T23:12:01.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><title type='text'>More Company!</title><content type='html'>So, after supper, #2 daughter, my son-in-law, and their dog come in. They were "in the neighborhood," in Pelican Rapids, and decided to drop in. That's very roughly 75 miles from here - which, by North Dakota standards, is sort of "in the neighborhood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've been to Hawaii - a long-overdue honeymoon, in my opinion - and had tales to tell and pictures to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad they came: but now I really need to get to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-9094826390657222634?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/9094826390657222634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=9094826390657222634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/9094826390657222634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/9094826390657222634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-company.html' title='More Company!'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-185054104573640864</id><published>2010-08-28T19:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:26:28.478-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Not Much Done, and All Day Doing It</title><content type='html'>#1 daughter and a friend of hers came visiting a little before noon today: an expected event. We talked, I grilled burgers while they observed Giol, her pet rabbit, and eventually they went over to see my father-in-law, his clocks &amp; violins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the attic, got some reading done and made a few notes before they were back - and we talked some more. Later, after the evening meal, her friend and I talked about Jung; Freud; philology, linguistics and the history of the English language; and Road Runner cartoons - in that order, in the space of about a half-hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, for me, is about par for the course. Him, too, I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're off again: and it's time for me to start thinking about getting down to the task of setting up tomorrow morning's posts. Or deciding to give them a miss until Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-185054104573640864?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/185054104573640864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=185054104573640864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/185054104573640864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/185054104573640864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-much-done-and-all-day-doing-it.html' title='Not Much Done, and All Day Doing It'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6636199726309134740</id><published>2010-08-12T22:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T22:23:41.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Once in a While, I do Something Right</title><content type='html'>My wife, #3 daughter, and son were in St. Cloud this morning, to see a doctor: a routine follow-up on surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit distracted when they returned, and didn't ask #3 daughter how she was feeling. This evening, when she was in the kitchen, I remembered - and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, my wife told me that #3 daughter had observed 'you know, Dad can be nice sometimes.' Awww. That's the sort of thing that makes this 'parenting' thing feel worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6636199726309134740?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6636199726309134740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6636199726309134740' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6636199726309134740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6636199726309134740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/08/once-in-while-i-do-something-right.html' title='Once in a While, I do Something Right'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4526687658605819393</id><published>2010-08-12T18:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:21:54.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>More Excitement This Summer</title><content type='html'>Mhr&gt;Updated 8:17 p.m., August 12, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Statement as of 8:14 PM CDT on August 12, 2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The National Weather Service in the Twin Cities has issued a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;* Tornado Warning for---&lt;br /&gt;eastern Stearns County in central Minnesota---&lt;br /&gt;northwestern Sherburne County in central Minnesota---&lt;br /&gt;Benton County in central Minnesota---&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;* until 900 PM CDT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;* at 809 PM CDT... radar indicated a storm capable of producing a tornado. The most dangerous part of the storm was near Waite Park--- or over Waite Park--- and moving northeast at 30 mph.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=Sauk%20Centre%20Minnesota&amp;amp;wuSelect=WEATHER"&gt;Sauk Centre, Minnesota&lt;/a&gt;, Wunderground.com)&lt;/blockquote&gt;That's almost an hour's drive east by southeast of here. I've got in-laws, nieces &amp; nephews living near there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say this for Minnesota climate: It's not boring.&lt;hr /&gt;Updated 7:42 p.m., August 12, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder has merged into a continuous rumble to the west, with occasional crescendos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=Sauk%20Centre%20Minnesota&amp;wuSelect=WEATHER"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/StormD20100812sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Radar, about 7:32 p.m. CDT, August 12, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;There's a tornado watch up for my part of Minnesota, effective until 10:00 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Wunderground.com passed the message along:&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;...At 655 PM CDT--- National Weather Service radar indicated a line of severe thunderstorms capable of producing damaging winds in excess of 60 mph. These storms were located along a line extending from Willmar to Lakeside to Gibbon--- moving northeast at 55 mph....&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=Sauk%20Centre%20Minnesota&amp;amp;wuSelect=WEATHER"&gt;Sauk Centre, Minnesota&lt;/a&gt;, Wunderground.com)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Based on what I've seen on radar, a really heavy part of this storm should reach Sauk Centre in about a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived either here in Sauk Center or in the Red River Valley of the North for the bulk of my life - and we've got a lot more information to work with now, than back in the "good old days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a few photos, to show what I mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/StormA20100812sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;That's where I work - and, now, monitor the storm. About 6:40 p.m., August 12, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/StormB20100812sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Even without the watch and warning, I'd have figured that something was going on. Those clouds promise - interesting - weather. About 6:41 p.m., August 12, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/StormC20100812sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Radar, with the bow-shaped line that's typical of strong storms. The system is headed northeast. About 6:44 p.m., August 12, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting this, and then getting back to keeping one eye on the storm, and the other on the writing I'd normally be doing this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related post:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/08/tree-removal-weve-had-enough-excitement.html"&gt;Tree Removal: We've Had Enough Excitement This Summer&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(August 4, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4526687658605819393?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4526687658605819393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4526687658605819393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4526687658605819393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4526687658605819393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-excitement-this-summer.html' title='More Excitement This Summer'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2665511900514353722</id><published>2010-08-04T22:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:23:27.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><title type='text'>Tree Removal: We've Had Enough Excitement This Summer</title><content type='html'>I'm in full agreement with my wife: we have had enough excitement this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been good kinds of excitement: like getting the patio in back that she's wanted since we bought the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the storm we on Tuesday, July 27. (&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/storm-old-willow-and-squirrel.html"&gt;July 27, 2010&lt;/a&gt;) I'm not complaining: it could have been a whole lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the majority of an old willow in our back yard ended up - on our back yard. That much dead wood won't just go away, so my wife found an outfit, Hoffman Tree Service &amp;amp; Stump Removal, who could cut the willow into bite-sized chunks and haul it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul &lt;b&gt;most&lt;/b&gt; of it away, that it. She saved a sound piece of the willow for her father, L. N. Kaas. He uses willow wood for some violin repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how the tree removal went, on Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/HoffmanWillowA20100802sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was a big tree. Still was, even with most of it down. August 2, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/HoffmanWillowB20100802sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enter the Bobcat. Those are great things for this sort of job. August 2, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/HoffmanWillowC20100802sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Bobcat, again, with substantial hunk of willow in it's 'jaws.' August 2, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/HoffmanWillowD20100802sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And again. They'd hauled one truckload out and come back for more by now. August 2, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/HoffmanWillowE20100802sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We're hoping the willow will grow back: which is why they left so much of the stump. August 2, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/HoffmanWillowF20100802sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And this is why, at about 3:00 p.m., I stopped being able to work online. That cable had been set &lt;b&gt;over&lt;/b&gt; a root, probably just under the surface. August 2, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/HoffmanWillowG20100802sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That had been seeded earlier this summer, after work on the patio. Oh, well: we didn't know a storm would knock down most of the willow. August 2, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot, humid Monday, and I had work to get done. Right around 3:00 that afternoon, I lost my Internet connection. Hoffman was still in the back yard, getting the last of the old willow removed. There's a connection with what they were doing, but it wasn't obvious at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was that I couldn't get online, my webcam couldn't get a signal out, and our telephone was dead. Also the television. We get phone, cable and Internet through the same cable, and it didn't take a highly-trained technician to tell that something was wrong with our connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to call our service provider: which is quite a trick, with no phone. I hadn't been over to L. N. Kaas's place, my father-in-law, since he started fixing violins: and this was a fine excuse to go over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of a two violins he's got on display in his shop, talked, and went back home. (Photo of the violins is in &lt;a href="http://saukcentrejournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/tree-removal-and-violin-repair.html"&gt;another blog&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, Hoffman and my wife had discovered what had happened. The coaxial cable leading to our house had bee "buried," but nowhere near deep enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing had snapped when Hoffman's Bobcat skid loader ran over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not faulting them. They didn't know that that cable was hidden, presumably just under the sod, because we didn't know. The guys who put the cable in, earlier this summer, had apparently encountered a root just under the surface: and placed the cable over the obstruction, instead of cutting through it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm told that, legally, they're not obliged to do more than make sure that the homeowner can't see the cable. "Under the sod" is how it was put. I'd have appreciated knowing how it was - but we live and learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2665511900514353722?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2665511900514353722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2665511900514353722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2665511900514353722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2665511900514353722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/08/tree-removal-weve-had-enough-excitement.html' title='Tree Removal: We&apos;ve Had Enough Excitement This Summer'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8364315565825870045</id><published>2010-07-27T21:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T11:01:40.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knights of Columbus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squirrels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><title type='text'>A Storm, an Old Willow, and a Squirrel</title><content type='html'>A strong thunderstorm went over Sauk Centre - and quite a few other parts of central Minnesota - this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=Sauk%20Centre%20Minnesota&amp;amp;wuSelect=WEATHER"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/MPX19_thumb_t.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now, about ten minutes before 10:00 p.m. CDT, the line of storms that our bit of excitement was part of seems to be mostly in southern Minnesota and Wisconsin: and still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like our part of the world fared pretty well. The St. Cloud Times' headline is a good summary: "&lt;a href="http://www.sctimes.com/article/20100727/NEWS01/107270050/1009"&gt;Heavy storm leaves mostly minor damage in Central Minnesota&lt;/a&gt;." (Mark Sommerhauser, TaLeiza Calloway, St. Cloud Times (July 27, 2010)) According to the article we had around 60 mile an hour wind gusts. Over in Morrison County, ligntning blew a smallish hole in the side of one family's home, and damaged another family's phone box. The folks with the perforated house were in the basement at time time, and weren't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we looked out the east door, after the storm had moved on, we had a much better view of the sky than we'd had before. The top and north side of the old willow tree in our back yard wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/WillowA20100727sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The old willow looked a lot shorter than it was before the storm. About 5:56 p.m. July 27, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I thought it would be a matter of getting someone to cut the fallen branches to workable lengths and haul them off: then wait for the tree to grow to its full height again. That willow has weathered a great many storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking round to the other side of the tree, though: I'm not so sure it'll come back this time. Or that it's a good idea to let it re-grow the upper works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/WillowB20100727sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm really glad this wasn't close to anything other than the shed. About 5:59 p.m. July 27, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/WillowC20100727sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Most of the old willow is on the ground now. About 5:59 p.m. July 27, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes after six, I noticed a squirrel on the stub of a branch, on the one remaining top trunk of the tree. It had stepped out, a bit like a homeowner coming out on the front stoop to look around after a storm. Which it probably was doing: Quite a few squirrels lived in that old willow. After looking around, the squirrel sat up and started rather vigorously grooming its tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, I heard an unfamiliar bird squawking. My guess is that it's another dispossessed critter from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still later, we got this sunset:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/Sunset20100727sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sunset. July 27, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've made about 150 tickets for the Knights of Columbus bingo workers. We're getting ready to be at the 'bingo booth' at the Stearns County Fair again this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8364315565825870045?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8364315565825870045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8364315565825870045' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8364315565825870045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8364315565825870045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/storm-old-willow-and-squirrel.html' title='A Storm, an Old Willow, and a Squirrel'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6295965828609991077</id><published>2010-07-17T19:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:03:26.726-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinclair Lewis Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Sinclair Lewis Days Parade Rained Out</title><content type='html'>No Sinclair Lewis Days parade this year, for obvious reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=Alexandria%20MN&amp;amp;wuSelect=WEATHER"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/RadarMap20100717_1910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(from Wunderground.com, used w/o permission)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a tornado watch in effect until 8:00 p.m. CDT, but it doesn't look like we'll get another severe storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By about 7:10, when I did a screen grab of that radar image, the folks who had set out chairs (and, in the case of one household, two sofas) to watch the parade had packed their things and moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disappointing: but at least I haven't heard of any damage, or anybody being hurt by today's storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-storm-coming.html"&gt;Another Storm Coming&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/tornado-sirens-hail-and-parade-coming.html"&gt;Tornado Sirens, Hail, and a Parade Coming This Evening&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-tornado-warning.html"&gt;Another Tornado Warning&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://saukcentrejournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/about-yesterdays-storm.html"&gt;About Yesterday's Storm&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sauk Centre Journal Blog (July 15, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/tornado-warning-hard-drive-frustration.html"&gt;A Tornado Warning, a Hard Drive, Frustration, and a Hummingbird&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 14, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6295965828609991077?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6295965828609991077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6295965828609991077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6295965828609991077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6295965828609991077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/sinclair-lewis-days-parade-rained-out.html' title='Sinclair Lewis Days Parade Rained Out'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4872616858948390008</id><published>2010-07-17T18:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:40:04.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Another Storm Coming</title><content type='html'>Here we go again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=Alexandria%20MN&amp;amp;wuSelect=WEATHER"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/RadarMap20100717_1800-400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(from Wunderground.com, used w/o permission)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related post:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/tornado-sirens-hail-and-parade-coming.html"&gt;Tornado Sirens, Hail, and a Parade Coming This Evening&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4872616858948390008?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4872616858948390008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4872616858948390008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4872616858948390008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4872616858948390008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-storm-coming.html' title='Another Storm Coming'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-5544560718083459201</id><published>2010-07-17T15:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:42:46.546-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinclair Lewis Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Tornado Sirens, Hail, and a Parade Coming This Evening</title><content type='html'>It's been years since the sirens went off to warn of a possible tornado, here in Sauk Centre. Now, we've gone to the basement twice in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/Clouds20100717_120pm_sauk-centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clouds, looking northwest from the corner of South Ash and Ninth in Sauk Centre. July 17, 2010, about 1:20 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/Clouds20100717_212pm_sauk-centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closely: those cars have their lights on. July 17, 2010, about 2:12 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/Clouds20100717_219pm_sauk-centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind had picked up. Right after taking this picture, I decided to go inside. July 17, 2010, about 2:19 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, around 2:26 p.m., I heard the sirens and the family and I went to the basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/LargestHailstone20100717sauk-centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the hailstones were around the size of pea gravel. This was the largest I saw. July 17, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/LargestHailstoneSide20100717sauk-centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as large as it looked from the top: this hailstone was rather flat. July 17, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the folks who were in town for Sinclair Lewis Days were able to get in out of the hail. And, that the weather clears up for the Sinclair Lewis Days parade, starting just over three hours from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to webcast the parade on &lt;a href="http://smalltownamericaminnesota.blogspot.com/"&gt;Small Town America: Minnesota&lt;/a&gt; (no sound, but you'll get a good view of the parade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-tornado-warning.html"&gt;Another Tornado Warning&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 17, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/tornado-warning-hard-drive-frustration.html"&gt;A Tornado Warning, a Hard Drive, Frustration, and a Hummingbird&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(July 14, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-5544560718083459201?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/5544560718083459201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=5544560718083459201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5544560718083459201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5544560718083459201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/tornado-sirens-hail-and-parade-coming.html' title='Tornado Sirens, Hail, and a Parade Coming This Evening'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-397260588658290097</id><published>2010-07-17T14:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:06:44.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Another Tornado Warning</title><content type='html'>Another tornado warning's out for this area - the strongly rotating storm seems to be going past Sauk Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More at &lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/US/MN/041.html#TOR"&gt;Tornado Warning | Statement as of 1:58 PM CDT on July 17, 2010&lt;/a&gt;, Wunderground.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towns affected include&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long Prairie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Sauk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grey Ealge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;North Shore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Burtrum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Mostly north and east of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-397260588658290097?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/397260588658290097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=397260588658290097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/397260588658290097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/397260588658290097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-tornado-warning.html' title='Another Tornado Warning'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2782162547092266669</id><published>2010-07-14T20:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:24:10.269-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummingbirds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>A Tornado Warning, a Hard Drive, Frustration, and a Hummingbird</title><content type='html'>Sometime after 2:00 this afternoon I saw gray sky out the living room window. Stepping closer, I saw a spectacular thunderhead growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/images/journal/HereItComesB20100714sauk-centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put more photos in &lt;a href="http://saukcentrejournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/tornado-warning-and-sinclair-lewis-days.html"&gt;today's post&lt;/a&gt; of the Sauk Centre Journal Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard that a tornado had been sighted east of Glenwood - maybe 20 miles east of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, right around 3:00 p.m., the sirens went off and my wife, kids (the two at home) and I walked to the basement. No real rush - but we didn't dawdle, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the sirens stopped, we went up stairs, and watched a whole lot of rain come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't even get hail. Not that I noticed, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've been having a frustrating time finding stuff to clear off my hard drive. It feels a little like bailing out a cruise ship with a five-gallon bucket: lots of work, and not much to show for it. Objectively, I know that I cleared a little over a gigabyte of memory. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when a 30-megabyte hard drive was &lt;b&gt;huge&lt;/b&gt;. Actually, I remember when hard drives of any size were cutting-edge technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hummingbirds have definitely discovered the feeder. Just before I started writing this post one came - fueling up for the night, I suspect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2782162547092266669?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2782162547092266669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2782162547092266669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2782162547092266669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2782162547092266669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/07/tornado-warning-hard-drive-frustration.html' title='A Tornado Warning, a Hard Drive, Frustration, and a Hummingbird'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8392612958438572546</id><published>2010-06-29T13:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:08:26.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common sense'/><title type='text'>I'm Not a 40-Year-Old Kid Anymore</title><content type='html'>Around midnight last night, our phone service went out. So did our Internet connection. Around 1:30 a.m. I decided that getting sleep was more important than waiting out the service interruption. ("&lt;a href="http://smalltownamericaminnesota.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-phone-no-web-no-internet-not-single.html"&gt;No Phone, No Web, No Internet: Not a Single Webcam Live&lt;/a&gt;" (Small Town America: Minnesota (June 29, 2010))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept until almost noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings up an interesting point: I've noticed lately that I don't bounce back from late hours and other &lt;a href="http://wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=stressor"&gt;stressors&lt;/a&gt; quite as fast as I used to. Maybe it's time for me to admit that I'm not a 40-year-old kid any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8392612958438572546?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8392612958438572546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8392612958438572546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8392612958438572546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8392612958438572546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-not-40-year-old-kid-anymore.html' title='I&apos;m Not a 40-Year-Old Kid Anymore'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-7972415744075720972</id><published>2010-06-28T13:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:12:24.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummingbirds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grilling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>A Disgustingly Perfect Day, a Grill, and Hummingbirds</title><content type='html'>I checked. It really is "room temperature" outside: 69&amp;deg; Fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's enough of a breeze to discourage mosquitoes but not bother people, the sky is clear, bright blue - it gets a little better around here, but not by much, and not often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and #3 daughter are off, doing errands. I'm here, by the now-superfluous air conditioner, getting the day's work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right next to the window where, if I lean back, I can see the birdbath and hummingbird feeder. (So can you: I've got a webcam looking &lt;a href="http://smalltownamericaminnesota.blogspot.com/"&gt;out the window&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hummingbirds: I took the feeder in yesterday afternoon, for routine cleaning and refilling. While I was doing that, I looked across the kitchen and north room, and saw a hummingbird flit in from the east, turn back maybe a foot from where the feeder usually is, head eastwards maybe two feet, go through a horizontal loop, and flit back the way he/she came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That motivated me to get the feeder read and in place in what may have been record time. Those hummers don't, I've read, work with a really big safety margin when it comes to food/fuel supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The critter, or one very much like it, was back within an hour. I think I've got regular clients now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of propane/LP gas on the grill Saturday, just in time to get the burgers done. At least, I thought I was out of gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to refill the tank Saturday afternoon - but took an all-afternoon nap instead. My body probably had the right idea about that, although I couldn't get to sleep that night until an insanely late hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? LP gas, right. Sunday, after Mass, I went to the Holiday station on the south side, to pick up a full LP gas cylinder. I found out, in the process, that at least one person in town knows the thing as "propane," but not as "LP gas" tanks. Interesting: I learned something new about the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I swap out the tanks, and find out that the grill still won't light. No grilled burgers on Sunday. And, as a bonus, I get to figure out how to dismantle and clean the grill. My hope is that there's a fairly straightforward job of unplugging a gas line ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 daughter was here for the weekend, visiting her pet rabbit and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that brings me more-or-less up to date. The day's tasks won't do themselves, so I'd better get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there'll be time later, for a walk. Or something to get me outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-7972415744075720972?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/7972415744075720972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=7972415744075720972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7972415744075720972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7972415744075720972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/06/disgustingly-perfect-day-grill-and.html' title='A Disgustingly Perfect Day, a Grill, and Hummingbirds'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-7834642862789625192</id><published>2010-06-15T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:53:45.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Mostly Medical</title><content type='html'>Last week I had blood tests done - and got the results yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It could be worse" is a pretty good summary. I wasn't surprised that the blood sugar levels were high - how high they were was a bit of an eyebrow-raiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, that and the cholesterol levels can, in principle, be affected by my paying better attention to what I eat, moving around more, and thereby losing weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that I'm now on yet another prescription - not a particularly inexpensive one, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, "it could be worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time for me to sweat for about a half-hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-7834642862789625192?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/7834642862789625192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=7834642862789625192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7834642862789625192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7834642862789625192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/06/mostly-medical.html' title='Mostly Medical'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-1034152869883206102</id><published>2010-06-14T20:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:31:43.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='household'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>About a Trip, Age, and Burying the Cable</title><content type='html'>My wife and me, and #3 daughter, returned from a good visit with #2 daughter and her husband over the weekend. Also #1 daughter and our son. The latter is staying there for a month. They'll get some work out of him, and he will, I expect, have a good time. A win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely no longer 20 years old. Four decades back, a 170-mile trek on the Interstate didn't leave me feeling like this. It would have helped, I think, if I'd had the good sense to stretch my neck and shoulders on the trip - which I'll try to remember next time. The base joints of my right hand's first two fingers don't ache as much now, as they did when I woke up: for which I'm grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening/afternoon, around 5:00, a couple guys came and buried our cable/telephone/Internet connection: bringing the deck/patio project to a conclusion. One of them was camera-shy, so I won't have a photo of that - but I do have pictures of the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I really ought to get around to processing for this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife &amp;amp; #3 daughter are playing Mario Kart in the next room: and I'm trying to get caught up with today's work. Which I should get back to, now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-1034152869883206102?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/1034152869883206102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=1034152869883206102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1034152869883206102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1034152869883206102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/06/about-trip-age-and-burying-cable.html' title='About a Trip, Age, and Burying the Cable'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-5498489251560831307</id><published>2010-06-08T21:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T16:05:36.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>That was a Nice Day</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning: always a good thing, considering the alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from a brief struggle with some financial data - no crisis, just trying to get the right numbers in the right places - I had a productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after walking down to Coborn's pharmacy to pick up a prescription, I spent a few minutes out on the new patio/deck/thing, to read a book with my wife. Actually, she was reading one book and I was reading another. But we were doing it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings up another point: we now, after about 20 years of planning &amp; waiting, have a new deck out back. It's only fair to warn you: I've got photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-5498489251560831307?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/5498489251560831307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=5498489251560831307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5498489251560831307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5498489251560831307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-was-nice-day.html' title='That was a Nice Day'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2888028059466853603</id><published>2010-05-27T22:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:01:07.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grilling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>I Almost Don't Have a Cold: Just in Time for Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, for many Americans, is the practical start of Memorial Day weekend. If we've got the seniority, we're likely to take the afternoon off: and get a head start on the first marathon trip of the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not. That's the way it was, a few decades back: but times change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying put: although I do plan to get out of the house at least once over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well, our gas meter will get moved tomorrow. A dumpster arrived today. What that's for, I don't know: but it's probably connected with the gas meter move. I could ask my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and I talked about water and oxygen on (and in) Jupiter's moon, Europa: and then read Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, #3 daughter, and my wife went to Soo Bahk Do class tonight. I plan to get involved in that - but have several years' worth of enforced inactivity to undo first. Or maybe I'm just procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent quite a bit of today, re-organizing my &lt;a href="http://easygriller.com/"&gt;Easy Griller&lt;/a&gt; website. The navigation is (or should be) a trifle less difficult now. At the rate I'm going, I'll have the last part of that makeover done in 24 hours - on time for my 'Memorial Day weekend' deadline. Next step: reviewing &amp; rewriting - and adding photos and other graphics as needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today: Goodnight and may God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2888028059466853603?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2888028059466853603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2888028059466853603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2888028059466853603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2888028059466853603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-almost-dont-have-cold-just-in-time.html' title='I Almost Don&apos;t Have a Cold: Just in Time for Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-902467538713488288</id><published>2010-05-25T18:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T19:07:48.262-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hummingbirds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Having a Cold isn't Fun</title><content type='html'>The family here has had a cold for - it feels like forever, but my wife tells me it's no more than a couple weeks. She's usually right about that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been coughing and sneezing a bit less this week: which is fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, a few things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the hummingbird feeder out - and had a few hummers drink it dry after the first day. So far, after refilling it: I've seen none. Wait a minute: One just zipped in - and out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and #3 daughter got the window air conditioner set up - another sign that summer is here. Or coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made some calls with the gas utility: apparently they're still recovering from that alternatively-competent supervisor. We'd been told that the meter would be moved in about two weeks. When a month had passed, I decided to see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're expecting a crew to come out and reposition the meter this Friday. There's a white line marked in the grass, with a flag and everything. I hope they show up. The state-mandated markings they made, earlier this year, are disappearing as the grass grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 daughter decided she'd be better off, relaxing at her own place. She's got the same bug we do - and I think she made the right decision. There's a lot to be said for being where you can utterly relax. We got a call from her, a few minutes ago. She wanted advice from "Dr. Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me up to date, more or less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-902467538713488288?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/902467538713488288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=902467538713488288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/902467538713488288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/902467538713488288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/05/having-cold-isnt-fun.html' title='Having a Cold isn&apos;t Fun'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-1809092318470556132</id><published>2010-05-17T14:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:49:18.779-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>For Once, I Feel Great About Monday</title><content type='html'>I had some sort of bug - or maybe problems with allergies - or something - last week. Whatever was going on, it seems to be pretty much over. For which I'm duly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, sort of, I 'bicycled' for three minutes short of an hour this morning, using the family's Wii Fit2 software. That was fun - and reasonably good exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son-in-law called: His company's documentary is moving along, and we've got the script to read and nit-pick. That would be #3 daughter and me. We've both got writing experience - and at this stage it's a good idea to get feedback and (maybe) identify rough spots that need smoothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also put in a big weekend in the yard. The chicken coop is up - apart from the final roof. #2 daughter picked her husband up with the tractor's scoop, and lifted him about a dozen feet up, to get some trees trimmed. I wish I'd seen that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Sauk Centre, we've now finished replacing most of the plumbing fixtures. That's a long-overdue project I'm glad to see done. #1 daughter tells me that colors of the old bathtub with its tile, and the toilet don't work with the cheery new green paint on the walls. She's probably right - she's now graduated from the commercial art program at Alex Tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me: #1 daughter graduated Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to that, another time. Right now, there's nearly a week's worth of backlog to take care of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-1809092318470556132?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/1809092318470556132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=1809092318470556132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1809092318470556132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1809092318470556132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-once-i-feel-great-about-monday.html' title='For Once, I Feel Great About Monday'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8715768568447763841</id><published>2010-05-08T20:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:32:44.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Not-Quite-Mother's-Day Get-Together</title><content type='html'>Mother's Day is tomorrow and the family got together at one of my in-laws' place, as we do around this time each year. There are other get-together times, too, for my wife's immediate family: linked to Christmas and Easter. Right - and a family reunion that's coming up. That's another - and larger - set of kinfolk. We rent a park in Osakis, down the road, for that event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 daughter and my son-in-law are settling into their new home. He's from Louisiana: never dreamed of moving to North Dakota (few people do); and has fallen in love with the family place, up in the Red River Valley of the north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bought a little garden tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/New-to-U-tractor2010-04-27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;My son-in-law with this new (to him) tractor. April 27, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, they're living in the Red River Valley of the North. As I recall, that's a smallish utility tractor: big enough for yard and garden chores, but not what you'd prefer for working the fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/Lilacs4_20100506sauk-centre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Lilacs starting to bloom. May 6, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite a little snow yesterday, and today, and a freeze warning in tomorrow morning's forecast, I'm pretty sure summer is coming. That 'freeze warning' applies to sensitive plants - I'm hoping the lilacs and cherry tree will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm writing about weather: I found this on the &lt;a href="http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=Alexandria%20MN&amp;wuSelect=WEATHER"&gt;Wunderground&lt;/a&gt; site:&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Statement as of 3:35 PM CDT on May 08, 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;... Snowfall amounts ending Saturday morning may 8 2010 from parts of central and east central Minnesota and west central Wisconsin...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;The totals below are separated into snow... and ice and sleet&lt;br /&gt;categories... then by amount... and are not necessarily the&lt;br /&gt;final amount for each location.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Snow reports listed by amount&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;inches location St County &lt;/i&gt;[!]&lt;i&gt; time&lt;br /&gt;------ ----------------------- -- -------------- -------&lt;br /&gt;2.50 3 W Ladysmith WI Rusk 0500 am&lt;br /&gt;2.00 1 E Cumberland WI Barron 0800 am&lt;br /&gt;2.00 Centuria WI Polk 1233 am | one to two inches estimated on grassy surfaces only.&lt;br /&gt;1.30 4 N Warman MN Kanabec 0700 am&lt;br /&gt;0.80 Mora MN Kanabec 0800 am&lt;br /&gt;0.70 Long Prairie MN Todd 0700 am&lt;br /&gt;0.50 Milaca MN Mille Lacs 0700 am&lt;br /&gt;0.30 Stanley WI Chippewa 0800 am&lt;br /&gt;0.20 Clayton WI Polk 0230 am&lt;br /&gt;0.10 1 SW Chisago City MN Chisago 0800 am&lt;br /&gt;0.10 3 WNW Rice MN Stearns 0700 am&lt;br /&gt;0.10 5 NE Forest Lake MN Chisago 0700 am&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Minnesota weather/climate is not boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/Trampoline120100508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;My son on the trampoline, earlier today. May 8, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother-in-law does a good job of setting up the back yard for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/zipline20100508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;My son on the zipline. This run went smoothly. May 8, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that zipline, for example: it ran a couple dozen yards, at least, from a platform in a tree off to the left, to somewhere off the right side of that photo. Some of the kids had a great time with it. My son tried it again, later, got just off the platform - and the thing stopped. He hung on for a while before dropping - quite a ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the wind knocked out of him, but he'll be okay. His biggest regret is that he didn't have his camera set, so that he could have gotten a video of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot has happened since I was his age: a camera I can wrap my hand around takes video that's roughly as good as news broadcast video was then - and is inexpensive enough for a 14-year-old to buy with money he's earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/Trampoline220100508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Miscellaneous young family members on the trampoline. It broke in three places, a little later. May 8, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken before the zipline incident. Even if I didn't remember that, I'd know, since my son's arms don't have the alluvial deposits they picked up later. He's having fun with some of his cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/ThreeGenerations20100508.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;Three generations. The older two inside, talking: the latest set outside. May 8, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I stayed inside with the rest of the old guard. This is the first of these get-togethers I've gotten to in - years - and it's good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/Vehicles20100508MothersDay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;The Volkswagen bug is behind the green truck, and there's a minivan parked up the road. May 8, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a sort of 'as the sun slowly sinks' photo: I thought it'd be fun to show (most of) the vehicles we used to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that the sun actually &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; sinking in the west. And I've got more tasks to get done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8715768568447763841?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8715768568447763841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8715768568447763841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8715768568447763841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8715768568447763841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-quite-mothers-day-get-together.html' title='Not-Quite-Mother&apos;s-Day Get-Together'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2760336930319158217</id><published>2010-04-30T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:48:09.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Another Dim Spring Day</title><content type='html'>Make no mistake: We can use the rain here in Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dull overcast, and wondering if I should turn on a light, here by a window, is - dreary, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fog last night - and it seems to have moved into my head. I've got 'creative' tasks to get done, and no clue what to do about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some concentration, and maybe coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2760336930319158217?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2760336930319158217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2760336930319158217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2760336930319158217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2760336930319158217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-dim-spring-day.html' title='Another Dim Spring Day'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6499821014131580456</id><published>2010-04-27T21:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:30:05.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>(Intentionally) Broken Jaws and a Tractor</title><content type='html'>My wife, our son and #3 daughter went to St. Cloud this morning. The two kids are going to have their jaws broken - and put back together in a better configuration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that, on the whole, it's a good idea. But they're not exactly looking forward to it. I'd be a little concerned if they were. What's going to be done isn't cosmetic, by the way: their jaws don't line up all that well, and the series of medical procedures is intended to make things more functional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I got a call from my son-in-law. He's got a new tractor - and sent three photos of it, via email. Well, two of him and the tractor: another of my daughter and a trailer. Those two are definitely settling in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6499821014131580456?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6499821014131580456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6499821014131580456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6499821014131580456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6499821014131580456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-wife-our-son-and-3-daughter-went-to.html' title='(Intentionally) Broken Jaws and a Tractor'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-322976335624815383</id><published>2010-04-26T21:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:09:10.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>So That's What My Chin Looks Like! - the Photo</title><content type='html'>Friday, I wrote that I'd tried &lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-thats-what-my-chin-looks-like.html"&gt;something new&lt;/a&gt; for trimming my beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, was it effective! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/BrianHGill20100425sauk-centre.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that photo of myself yesterday, testing out a setup for making at-the-computer videos. Which is another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downstairs bathroom is now missing a sink and most of the wallpaper (wallpaper? in a bathroom??) - and looks a bit like a construction site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, in a way, it is. My wife and #3 daughter have been prepping the room for new fixtures that will be coming soon - I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my wife's another step closer to having that &lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/information-technology-birthdays-and.html#1"&gt;patio&lt;/a&gt; she's wanted for - over twenty years now. She had a chat with the 'call us before you dig' folks in Minnesota. I trust that'll go smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week (week before last??), someone from the regional gas company came by. He, and about ten other fellows, were working this part of the state. It seems that a supervisor had been leaving work orders on his desk, instead of processing them. He's been dismissed, I understand. I feel a little sympathetic, job market being what it is: but you just don't &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, in a way, good news. We've had good experiences with the company for years: until this one project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That work order was to find out what would be needed, to deal with the patio we're planning. I suspect that our contractor lit a fire under someone at the gas company - we weren't the only ones whose projects were waiting for a routine task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the technician explained why it'd taken months instead of days to get around to our job - and showed me where the gas meter will go, when the patio goes in. We're responsible for seeing to it that a pipe is run there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said: good news. The bricks, sand - &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; has been sitting on the contractor's lot, waiting for that 'we need to put the gas meter here' task to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we've got all the paperwork in place, I hope. I'll admit to being a bit excited about this patio project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-322976335624815383?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/322976335624815383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=322976335624815383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/322976335624815383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/322976335624815383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-thats-what-my-chin-looks-like-photo.html' title='So &lt;i&gt;That&apos;s&lt;/i&gt; What My Chin Looks Like! - the Photo'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4471561953139791063</id><published>2010-04-23T18:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:05:20.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>So That's What My Chin Looks Like!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I said I was going to &lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/rabbit-haircut-soo-bahk-do-and-phone.html"&gt;trim my beard&lt;/a&gt;, tomorrow. Today is yesterday's tomorrow, and I trimmed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got smart, and used the same trimmer my wife uses on me: a sort of electric razor with a set of (brushes?) that hold the cutting surfaces a (fairly) fixed distance from the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she used the 1/8th inch brush yesterday. I asked her, by the way, and learned that she didn't remember which one she used: she just 'grabs one' and starts cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might explain a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the beard trimming, I chose the 1/4" 'brush,' to more-or-less match the rest of my hair. That's a lot closer than I can get it, using my fingers and a scissor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished trimming the beard, and had an impressive pile of white, gray and brownish-black hair in the kitchen sink. The bathroom sink isn't available: but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my wife comes around the corner, takes one look at me, and starts laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's never seen me with a beard this short. Neither have I, for maybe a third of a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, several hours later, my wife, our son, and #3 and #1 daughters agree: I look - different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're right, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4471561953139791063?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4471561953139791063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4471561953139791063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4471561953139791063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4471561953139791063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-thats-what-my-chin-looks-like.html' title='So &lt;i&gt;That&apos;s&lt;/i&gt; What My Chin Looks Like!'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-7420392245582741289</id><published>2010-04-22T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:52:43.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soo Bahk Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>A Rabbit, a Haircut, Soo Bahk Do, and Phone Calls</title><content type='html'>It's been a a good day. My wife gave me a haircut this afternoon: no more 'ancient wizard' look for me. I haven't measured, but my hair's maybe a quarter-inch long now. Probably less. Tomorrow, I trim the beard to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty of time for it to get long and curly for the 'Santa Claus' look next Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate an apple today - not entirely so that I could give the core to Giol, #1 daughter's pet rabbit. But that was a factor. This time Giol hopped a couple feet away from me before starting to eat the apple core. He does that, sometimes: more often when I make it a little harder to get the thing. I think he may be protecting 'his' treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and #3 daughter went to Soo Bahk Do class this evening. They're preparing for a test. My son stayed home this time. The rationale was that he wasn't going to be taking the test - and prep for the test was all that'd be happening in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get out for a walk today - but I did go through some of the Wii Fit routines. I'm rather serious about undoing the effects several years (decades) of comparative immobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm catching up, more or less, from the break I took to write about lint. &lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-wow-earth-day-40-i-was-there-in.html"&gt;Earth Day&lt;/a&gt; and all that, you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-7420392245582741289?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/7420392245582741289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=7420392245582741289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7420392245582741289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7420392245582741289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/rabbit-haircut-soo-bahk-do-and-phone.html' title='A Rabbit, a Haircut, Soo Bahk Do, and Phone Calls'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-1238736138966855778</id><published>2010-04-21T18:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:50:56.590-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='common sense'/><title type='text'>Oh, Wow! Earth Day #40: I was There in the Beginning</title><content type='html'>I've spent a great deal of time this week, getting ready for the 40th Earth Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apatheticlemming.blogspot.com/2010/04/earth-day-2010-or-we-won-deal-with-it.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.brendans-island.com/blogsource/20100329ff/EarthDay2010GroovyGraphicsGroovy2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first one. And I remember the wonderful swell of emotion I experienced, seeing that big theta fluttering over the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people saw it, too, by the way: it was on a flag that looked sort of like the American flag. As I'll say in another blog, a Wikipedia article asserts that the 'ecology flag' came after 1970. The person who wrote that could be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so many other memories of that groovy period, mine aren't entirely precise. I wasn't part of the drug scene: and I'm very glad that I came out of the sixties and early seventies with pretty much the same neural equipment I had coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No great virtue on my part: I didn't see how stirring your brain with a chemical egg whisk would improve its performance; and with a brain wired like mine, all I needed to take a trip was ease up on the brakes. Which is another topic. (Drifting at the Edge of Time and Space (&lt;a href="http://driftingattheedge.blogspot.com/2010/03/with-brain-like-mine-who-needs-lsd.html"&gt;March 7, 2010&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been indulging in a walk down memory lane, with nostalgic &lt;a href="http://raybansunglasses.org/shades-of-success/"&gt;Pilot shades&lt;/a&gt; over my mind's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been doing my small part to raise the level America's awareness of lint:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://apatheticlemming.blogspot.com/2010/04/stop-waste-recycle-earths-precious-lint.html"&gt;Lemming Tracks: STOP THE WASTE!!! RECYCLE EARTH'S PRECIOUS LINT!!!!&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-1238736138966855778?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/1238736138966855778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=1238736138966855778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1238736138966855778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1238736138966855778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-wow-earth-day-40-i-was-there-in.html' title='Oh, Wow! Earth Day #40: I was There in the Beginning'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2828604321220225702</id><published>2010-04-12T16:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T16:59:13.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mondays'/><title type='text'>This Monday was More So Than Most</title><content type='html'>I woke up today - which is good news, considering the alternative. It was about 7:00 a.m., which is also pretty good. Not early, but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, 'I might as well relax for another few minutes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four hours later, my wife called me to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That extra sleep was probably a good idea. I'm running a slight fever - but may be getting rid of a nascent cold. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, now there's catchup to do on my catchup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2828604321220225702?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2828604321220225702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2828604321220225702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2828604321220225702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2828604321220225702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-monday-was-more-so-than-most.html' title='This Monday was More So Than Most'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6682343203843117539</id><published>2010-04-09T12:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:31:54.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knights of Columbus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>A Bulletin and Clerical Errors: Two of Them</title><content type='html'>It could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody at the Post Office called me this morning: either my numbers were 'way off, or we were missing over 50 bulletins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not&lt;/b&gt; good news. Particularly since there would have been no way to know &lt;b&gt;which&lt;/b&gt; 50 were missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty intense (sorry about that!) with my wife and daughter, who had dropped the mailing off at the Post Office. At the time, what I thought I was doing was making it very clear what might have happened - and that this was non-trivial. That's not, I think, quite how it came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came home, with news that they hadn't seen bulletins on the ground/streets/sidewalks around the Post Office. Which I believed. Even with today's wind, that many would be hard to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at the Post Office I discovered that I'd made a sort of double clerical error in one of the forms. Not my best work. I'll be reviewing my procedure, next month - and paying particular attention to some of the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knights of Columbus members should be getting their bulletins in tomorrow's mail, unless they live well away from Sauk Centre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6682343203843117539?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6682343203843117539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6682343203843117539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6682343203843117539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6682343203843117539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/bulletin-and-clerical-errors-two-of.html' title='A Bulletin and Clerical Errors: Two of Them'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-5255797028419270343</id><published>2010-04-09T09:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:59:18.225-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Blue Sky, Comfortable Chair, Routines and Schedules</title><content type='html'>Friday morning. Blue sky. Almost 50 degrees out. (Fahrenheit, of course.) My wife and #3 daughter are off for their Friday morning routine. My son seems to be sleeping in - not a bad idea, actually, since he's got what sounds like a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten the postal paperwork done for the Knights of Columbus council bulletin I edit: The ladies will drop the mailing off at the Post Office in the next hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm sitting in that hand-me-down chair and - I see I'm scheduled to be spontaneous and creative now. I'd better get to work on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-5255797028419270343?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/5255797028419270343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=5255797028419270343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5255797028419270343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/5255797028419270343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/blue-sky-comfortable-chair-routines-and.html' title='Blue Sky, Comfortable Chair, Routines and Schedules'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8626275442299166298</id><published>2010-04-06T23:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:06:19.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><title type='text'>Hand-Me-Down Chair: From My Daughter</title><content type='html'>Now I remember: #3 daughter bought a (used) office chair for her work station. It's a classy number, and looks very comfortable to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came downstairs, I found her old(er) chair at my desk - it's a huge improvement over the instrument of torture I'd been dealing with. And has much better wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed off today, expecting to move a few inches as I usually have, and was getting my feet in position for another shove, when I realized that I was about two feet from the desk and still rolling. Nice! It'll take a little getting used to, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's &lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt;. I'm turning in for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8626275442299166298?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8626275442299166298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8626275442299166298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8626275442299166298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8626275442299166298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/hand-me-down-chair-from-my-daughter.html' title='Hand-Me-Down Chair: From My Daughter'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8794215943776306432</id><published>2010-04-06T16:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:48:08.738-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a'/><title type='text'>Prayer, Hair, and a Rabbit</title><content type='html'>My son gave me the 'chaplet' (a crucifix and knotted cord of the sort we pray chaplets on, actually) - looks like I'm the one he's been praying for during this Lent. Well, I can use all the help I can get. I'm wearing it now: swapped out the one I've been wearing and using through Lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've already used the 'new' one: Someone on Twitter suggested: "&lt;i&gt;Please pause whatever you are doing and pray for your family and country.&lt;/i&gt;" It took me the usual six minutes to run through the particular chaplet I've been doing: but who's counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife got a haircut this afternoon: a sort of rite of spring. Also a practical matter of staying comparatively cool during summer. A - tech school grad, I think - did the work, and a fine job it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giol, #1 daughter's rabbit, is doing fine. He doesn't say much, but he's been using the pet taxi and rabbit run my wife set up for him with evidence of satisfaction with the arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that? I'm probably forgetting something: But so far, that's what I've pulled out of memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8794215943776306432?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8794215943776306432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8794215943776306432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8794215943776306432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8794215943776306432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/prayer-hair-and-rabbit.html' title='Prayer, Hair, and a Rabbit'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-436920099083388229</id><published>2010-04-04T23:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:41:12.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son-in-law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Easter Sunday 2010</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and son-in-law have spent much (most?) of the day playing/working with Lego Mindstorm - and having a great time. They showed me video they're going to edit and put on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a beautiful Easter Sunday. I grilled burgers, relaxed and spent some time with my family, walked to the grocery and back to get coffee, and did I mention that I relaxed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm taking a break from work: getting things set up for Monday's tasks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-436920099083388229?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/436920099083388229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=436920099083388229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/436920099083388229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/436920099083388229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-sunday-2010.html' title='Easter Sunday 2010'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4187976644512756874</id><published>2010-04-03T13:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:49:12.714-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A Mouse? A Really Big Mouse?</title><content type='html'>I got finished with my tasks a bit late yesterday. Fridays are challenging, sometimes, since one of my 'creative' blogs has a post due then. And, as often happens, I had &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; in the net when I trawled my imagination until rather late. So I wrote about &lt;a href="http://loonfootfalls.blogspot.com/2010/04/loonfoot-lake-walker-mill-and-loonfoot.html"&gt;ducks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the family was quite sensibly in bed by that time and the lights were out on the 1st (ground) floor where my desk is. Except for my task lighting and a light in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quiet at night in this neighborhood: except when there's an event at the school. But that's another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I heard something. In the living room. A sort of skittering sound. In the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay: once, it might have been a pile at one of the kids' workstations sliding into a more stable configuration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it again. Definitely a skitter. And another sound: something sliding? It didn't last long enough for me to identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mouse. Maybe. They get in, sometimes, in the fall: and we'd had at least one in residence in the early winter. We couldn't catch it. Them? I think they're getting smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it again. Sounded like a mouse. Sort of. A big mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it was again. A really &lt;b&gt;big&lt;/b&gt; mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not at all sleepy by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I wanted to pinpoint its location and at least identify the critter before taking further action, I didn't want to spook it: so I left the light off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing a whole lot of skitters and shuffles, and another possible sliding sound, I had a pretty good bearing on the source of the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, it &lt;b&gt;sounded&lt;/b&gt; like it must weight several pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A five-pound mouse??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't entirely dark: some light comes in from the kitchen. Which wasn't all that reassuring. I might not have seen a mouse, in the direction I was looking, but I'd have expected to see some trace of a critter weighing upwards of two or three pounds - assuming that it was moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I saw nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, around 4:00, with skitters not happening quite as frequently as they had at the peak, a few hours previously, I decided that whatever it was, wasn't going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, my wife had decided - correctly, in my view - that since it was so windy out, the rabbit should be let in. She'd moved his enclosure outside yesterday, I'd secured its entry, and Giol had been energetically nibbling grass yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my wife told our son to tell #1 daughter to go out, put Giol in his carrier, and take him in. Which #1 daughter did: leaving the carrier in the living room and returning to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without telling me that we now had a pet carrier in the living room, with a rabbit in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to get to bed in better time tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4187976644512756874?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4187976644512756874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4187976644512756874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4187976644512756874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4187976644512756874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/mouse-really-big-mouse.html' title='A Mouse? A Really &lt;i&gt;Big&lt;/i&gt; Mouse?'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-1323499483210147742</id><published>2010-04-01T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:17:54.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>First Robin of the Year</title><content type='html'>I saw my first robin a few minutes ago, scooting along the yard near the 9th Street curb. That's a nice way to start a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-1323499483210147742?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/1323499483210147742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=1323499483210147742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1323499483210147742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1323499483210147742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-robin-of-year.html' title='First Robin of the Year'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3219810637477506702</id><published>2010-04-01T00:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T00:15:14.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>"A Nun's Story" - Pretty Good Movie</title><content type='html'>The family watched "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053131/"&gt;A Nun's Story&lt;/a&gt;" (1959) tonight. I hadn't seen it before: and am glad we corrected that oversight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's been a fairly routine Wednesday: tasks done, Garfield read and all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3219810637477506702?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3219810637477506702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3219810637477506702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3219810637477506702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3219810637477506702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/04/nuns-story-pretty-good-movie.html' title='&quot;A Nun&apos;s Story&quot; - Pretty Good Movie'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4632575584422324609</id><published>2010-03-30T22:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:50:54.585-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Springtime: I Think It's Here</title><content type='html'>I might get to bed in reasonable time tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a pretty good day - tired: probably still getting over that daft stunt weekend before last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and I read Garfield and sang, #1 daughter's rabbit Giol danced for an apple core, and I've gotten a few tasks done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah: It's been a pretty good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4632575584422324609?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4632575584422324609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4632575584422324609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4632575584422324609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4632575584422324609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/springtime-i-think-its-here.html' title='Springtime: I Think It&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3109081927775625492</id><published>2010-03-29T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:02:49.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Monday, Garfield &amp; Routines</title><content type='html'>I've read Garfield and sung with my son, got some work done - and stayed awake all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another few good nights' sleep, and I may be back to 'normal.' I'm taking steps to see that I don't pull another all-nighter for taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more set of tasks, and I'm turning in. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3109081927775625492?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3109081927775625492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3109081927775625492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3109081927775625492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3109081927775625492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-garfield-routines.html' title='Monday, Garfield &amp; Routines'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6377474340848785599</id><published>2010-03-29T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:11:13.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>A Breakfast of Yogurt, Puffed, Rice, and Instant Coffee</title><content type='html'>This morning, while making breakfast, I got out a bowl, went to the refrigerator, put in a helping of yogurt, went to a counter and scooped out a measure of puffed rice, went to the microwave, opened a jar and put in a teaspoon of instant coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was something like 'dumb! You didn't mike it first.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, 'dumb!! It isn't coffee.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest thing to do would have been to dump the bowl's contents - at least that puffed rice/instant coffee mix on top - and start over. I hate letting food go to waste, though. I'm pretty sure that's something I learned from my parents, who learned it from their families' past &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; their experiences with the Great Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I separated as much of the coffee as I could by  putting the rice and coffee in a glass, shaking it and lifting most of the rice off the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee I put in water that I'd gotten heated by that time. The rice and the rest of the coffee I put back on the yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing, how much a little instant coffee will change the appearance and taste of yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll do that again. Not intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't the most auspicious way to start a day, but maybe I've got the "Monday" part of today out of the way now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6377474340848785599?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6377474340848785599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6377474340848785599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6377474340848785599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6377474340848785599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/breakfast-of-yogurt-puffed-rice-and.html' title='A Breakfast of Yogurt, Puffed, Rice, and Instant Coffee'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6029224225072563441</id><published>2010-03-28T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:33:15.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><title type='text'>A Little Four-Hour Nap</title><content type='html'>Working it out from my slightly-dazed memory, I think I got a total of about four hours sleep the night of March 20, and none at all on the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tax time, and Friday evening I discovered that I had two days to get my reports ready - not the nine I thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the reports done by my deadline - 8:00 a.m. Monday morning - but by the time I did, the sun was about to come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no work at all done Saturday, apart from that tax stuff: and very little Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been catching up all week. Both on work, and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the circumstances, I think I've done pretty well: but it's pretty obvious to me that I'm not 17 any more. Or 40, for that matter. Good grief, I'll be 60 soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch today (grilled hamburgers - #1 daughter and her rabbit Giol kept me company while I grilled them), I felt a little tired and decided that I'd lie down on the living room couch. Just for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 4:55 p.m. I'm told that I've snored louder than I did this afternoon - but apparently not by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had the Easter get-together at our place. I should have counted heads - I think there were only about a dozen folks here, besides me, my wife, and our still-at-home kids. That's a small gathering for this family - but many of the nieces and nephews are off, mostly on the west coast, starting their own lives now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better, one of my brothers-in-law called in and set up a video connection. He's in Iraq, as a sort of firefighter. His wife and kids were here with us. Information technology's great: but that's just my opinion. It was good to see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late, and I've got work to do. And still a lot to catch up on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6029224225072563441?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6029224225072563441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6029224225072563441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6029224225072563441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6029224225072563441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-four-hour-nap.html' title='A Little Four-Hour Nap'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-7400756523260192935</id><published>2010-03-27T11:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:33:38.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Family, Fun, and Faucets</title><content type='html'>We're having the family over for the 'Easter get-together: only 16 or so folks, besides our still-at-home kids. Some of the younger nieces and nephews are young adults, mostly on the west coast, setting up their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good time: I mostly sit back and patch into the conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! #3 daughter's Easter egg hunt has begun. The (younger) kids have roped some of the adults in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my sisters-in-law was handling this event until - last year, I think. I'm glad we could pick it up. She gets to relax (comparatively - but that's another story), and I get the fun of watching the show 'while in the comfort of my own home.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd help with preparations, but decades of married life has taught me that sometimes I serve best by staying out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nephew got his first vehicle-related ticket today. We hadn't told the family about the new parking regulations here on Ash Street. Sure, it was just a warning: and for a parking violation, at that. But still: that was his first ticket! He was impressed. And, I think, a little pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my sons-in-law is in construction, and my father-in-law rebuilt the basement of his house. I don't mean put in a rec room. It's an old house, and the foundations needed work: so he put in bracing, jacked the house up, dug out more basement &amp;amp; worked on the foundation, then lowered the house back in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bunch, and some of the younger generation, clustered around a video showing a new-tech flood fence developed in Norway. It's being used in the Fargo flood - and that's yet another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 daughter told me that it's fun, watching guys who build things study a video like that. She's right: it is. (And yes: I was watching, too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'construction' son-in-law noticed that we've got water damage around our kitchen faucet. No surprises there. There'd been a discussion of the plumbing going on - and he was more-or-less confirming something we'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple decades of quick fixes, saving, and duct tape: we're replacing most of the plumbing fixtures in our house. This year. Unless something unexpected happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which could happen. And has. Often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever else my life has been: it hasn't been boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to enjoying being with the folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-7400756523260192935?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/7400756523260192935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=7400756523260192935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7400756523260192935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/7400756523260192935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/family-fun-and-faucets.html' title='Family, Fun, and Faucets'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-2220506842469544063</id><published>2010-03-26T02:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T00:15:27.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>What a Crazy Week: And It's Not Over</title><content type='html'>I've had a really good talk with &lt;s&gt;#3&lt;/s&gt; #2daughter. She and my son-in-law arrived late this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also gotten the must-do tasks of the day done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's time for me to turn in. (At 2:15 a.m., you'd better believe it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-2220506842469544063?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/2220506842469544063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=2220506842469544063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2220506842469544063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/2220506842469544063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-crazy-week-and-its-not-over.html' title='What a Crazy Week: And It&apos;s Not Over'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-1024582968159449447</id><published>2010-03-20T18:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:54:30.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taxes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small business'/><title type='text'>Sunshine, Blue Sky, and a Paranoid Gas Pump</title><content type='html'>Sunlight is blasting in through the west window of the room where I work. It'd be blinding, if one of the computer's speakers wasn't partly in the way. I really need to think about putting up some sort of shade for early evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or adjust my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shade might be easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a perky day: bright blue sky, not much wind; and I've been inside for most of it, working on taxes. Which is another topic. ("&lt;a href="http://apatheticlemming.blogspot.com/2010/03/lemming-tracks-tax-time-surprise.html"&gt;Lemming Tracks: Tax Time Surprise&lt;/a&gt;," Apathetic Lemming of the North, (March 20, 2010))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of LP gas while grilling this noon. Which is yet another topic. ("&lt;a href="http://easygriller.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-thats-why-it-was-hard-to-light.html"&gt;So That's Why It was Hard to Light!&lt;/a&gt;," Easy Griller blog (March 20, 2010))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out after lunch (the noon meal, in this household). I had some reasons. Excuses, anyway:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The grill's LP cylinder needed refilling&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or, no grilled burgers tomorrow noon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The van's tank was more than half empty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Also, I needed a break. Assembling and organizing information for the annual tax forms is not one of my favorite pastimes. My wife does most of it, actually, and a few years ago we broke down and started having H &amp;amp; R Block handle the forms. But there's still a lot of data to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, it's what happened with my business for 2009. There's something to be said for being a 'wage slave:' but I think I made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I drove the van up to a pump at the local Holiday Super Stop, I went through the usual routine and eventually got over a gallon of gas in the tank. If I was really careful, I could squeeze almost two tenths of a gallon out before the pump stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dribbling gasoline into the van a squirt at a time, when I had maybe fifteen gallons to go, I didn't have time for. Or patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went inside to settle up for what I'd managed to coax out of the pump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman was ahead of me in the checkout line, playing the Minnesota lottery. I don't have moral objections to gambling as such ("&lt;a href="http://catholiccitizenamerica.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloweens-coming-why-arent-i-ranting.html"&gt;Halloween's Coming: Why aren't I Ranting?&lt;/a&gt;," A Catholic Citizen in America (October 29, 2009)), and I realize that the Minnesota state government likes to get money. Still, after a while watching someone else go through a the scratch-and-check process with several cards - - -. Well, it was a good opportunity to practice patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, the pumps had been 'fixed.' They're much safer now. The system isn't supposed to be quite that paranoid over data from the overflow sensor, though. The senior clerk told me when I could call in and tell one of the managers about the situation. Seems I wasn't the first one to run into the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other clerk, a young man maybe in his early 20s (everybody under about 35 looks like a kid to me, these days), went out to the pump to see what he could do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked perfectly, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All problems should be solved so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, Fleet Supply - but I wrote about that in the Easy Griller blog, and there's still those tax records to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight's still in my eyes: or would be, if I hadn't gotten smart, put on a hat and pulled it down until the brim blocks out the sun, but not most of the monitor. I'd better get back to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-1024582968159449447?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/1024582968159449447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=1024582968159449447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1024582968159449447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1024582968159449447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunshine-blue-sky-and-paranoid-gas-pump.html' title='Sunshine, Blue Sky, and a Paranoid Gas Pump'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3358820525536551959</id><published>2010-03-18T18:38:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T22:01:18.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Information Technology, Birthdays, and Dusty Humor</title><content type='html'>I went to Alex today, partly to get a new router. This may resolve some of the issues we've had with using the Internet. Or, not. It was a good day for driving: overcast, so glare wasn't an issue. And the sky looked like rain, or something, was coming. Rain, as it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home a little before supper. While we were eating, my son left the room. Then returned. He'd swapped out routers, installing the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocking my webcam offline in the process - temporarily. He explained that the service I use is very good at reestablishing connections. I checked - and sure enough, the webcam was back in service. With a notation in the log that it hadn't been able to get a signal out for a while. I'll be able to get the full report late tomorrow. If I'm interested: which I'm not, terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him for doing the job. And told him that I want to be told when he does something like that. Before he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set the clocks forward Saturday night, in compliance with Daylight Saving time. Which may have made sense around 1920. Make that March 19, 1918: I did a little checking, and that's when this country &lt;a href="http://www.webexhibits.org/daylightsaving/e.html"&gt;jumped on the bandwagon&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all the rage in Europe: so dragging our schedules may have seemed like a very sophisticated idea at the time. I've gotten the impression that this country didn't really get over being a former colony until sometime around 1900. And car commercials were still talking about "European styling" recently. 'Recently' by my standards - say within the last decade or so. I'm getting off-topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may, again at the time, have been some practical reason. I harangued about this in another blog. ("&lt;a href="http://driftingattheedge.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-blaming-daylight-saving-time-or-not.html"&gt;I'm Blaming Daylight Saving Time: or, Not&lt;/a&gt;," Drifting at the Edge of Time and Space (March 17, 2010))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not the time change had anything to do with it, I was in a fog, mentally, from about Sunday to yesterday. I'll be catching up for a week. Or, deciding that some of the tasks can be dropped entirely for those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 daughter is up in the Red River Valley of the North now, visiting #2 daughter and my son-in-law. Also checking out a house or two, I understand. She's graduating this spring (assuming all goes well), and plans to move up there. Again, so I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, we celebrated #1 daughter's birthday while she was here on spring break. My wife got a candleholder/candle with a music chip in it. Twist it to the "on" position, and it plays "Happy Birthday to You." Over and over and over. #1 daughter, after about a dozen repetitions - maybe fewer - noted that it was getting monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son will be turning 14 soon. I found a small pile of information technology trade magazines on the stairs a day or so ago. They didn't look familiar, so I checked the address block. I thought they might have been something my father had subscribed to: I got my taste for - eclectic? - unfocused? - knowledge from him. (For some online communities I'm in, where it says 'interests' I've said that I'm only interested in three things: What exists within the universe, what exists beyond, and what might exist.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magazines were addressed to my son. I'll want to ask him about them some time. Mostly to see if I may read them. Not to check up on him - those things are serious, business-oriented trade magazines. Yeah: he's that sharp. He's also 14, so I wouldn't count on his ability to make business decisions. Yet. No reflection on his abilities: at 13 going on 14, who &lt;b&gt;is?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;Something&lt;/a&gt; that doesn't happen very often: my father-in-law thought something I said was funny. He likes me just fine, but my humor tends to be dry. Dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, my wife had told him about a discussion she and I had, about an extension of the garage. She received an inheritance, and bless her heart: she's spending in on (long overdue) replacement of the decades-old plumbing in the bathrooms. Also a patio (we've wanted it for over 2 decades - this time she has the money for it). Her choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were talking about adding to the garage so we could get two vehicles inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was explaining the need to keep both vehicles inside, all good, practical, logical reasons. Then she added that it would also give her more room to practice tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said something like, 'Ah! The &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; reason.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3358820525536551959?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3358820525536551959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3358820525536551959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3358820525536551959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3358820525536551959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/information-technology-birthdays-and.html' title='Information Technology, Birthdays, and Dusty Humor'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3176784422150380849</id><published>2010-03-13T23:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T23:21:52.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Nothing Out of the Ordinary</title><content type='html'>It's been a good Saturday. I spent some time talking with #1 daughter, grilled burgers, and relaxed. And, again with #1 daughter, watched one episode each of Bleach and Princess Tutu. Meanwhile, over in the living room, my wife and #3 daughter were watching - I think it was "Yanni at the Acropolis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it's been a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3176784422150380849?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3176784422150380849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3176784422150380849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3176784422150380849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3176784422150380849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/nothing-out-of-ordinary.html' title='Nothing Out of the Ordinary'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-1101137827317897587</id><published>2010-03-11T19:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:41:48.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extended family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soo Bahk Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='son'/><title type='text'>Feeling Under the Weather, &amp; a Video Camera</title><content type='html'>My wife and #3 daughter came home early, from minding the shop. They've got one more day of filling in for my father-in-law - and my wife tells me she plans to take it very easy tomorrow. Good idea. She wasn't feeling too well this afternoon. And she's skipping Soo Bahk Do tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she does that: I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; my wife isn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well: we've been through this thing before, quite a lot over the years. We both take that 'in sickness or in health' thing seriously. And she's had me to put up with: so I'm glad to be able to turn around and be helpful for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son's been talking about a video camera he's interested in. I know how it is to be enthusiastic about a gadget - and the importance of due diligence. I think this will be another learning experience for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, it's been raining; the snow is melting; and I'm looking forward to warmer, dryer weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-1101137827317897587?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/1101137827317897587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=1101137827317897587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1101137827317897587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/1101137827317897587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-under-weather-video-camera.html' title='Feeling Under the Weather, &amp; a Video Camera'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8289010009813742165</id><published>2010-03-11T12:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:46:04.814-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnesota'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Rain, Snow, and Thunder: Springtime in Minnesota</title><content type='html'>Thunder, in the late morning. Rain. Snow on the ground: maybe a foot deep outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's springtime in Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow's melted off part of the yard, across the street. My desk's on the north side of the house, so the yard outside is in the shade. We'll probably have a small drift of snow there, when the neighbors mow their lawn for the first time this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8289010009813742165?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8289010009813742165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8289010009813742165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8289010009813742165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8289010009813742165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/rain-snow-and-thunder-springtime-in.html' title='Rain, Snow, and Thunder: Springtime in Minnesota'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4375258134656606560</id><published>2010-03-07T22:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:09:04.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soo Bahk Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Sunday: It's been a Good Day</title><content type='html'>It's been a good Sunday. The family and I went to Mass, I grilled burgers while #1 daughter enjoyed time with #3 daughter and my son, goofed off much of the afternoon, and got a bit of meditation in, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds highfalutin, doesn't it? I looked it up, and to meditate is to "study: think intently and at length".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lent, and I'm taking that as an opportunity to think back and have another go at sorting out what I've done, and what I should do now. Part of today's dredging resulted in a few posts in other blogs (I'll link to one of them at the end of this post, and a related post from last week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 daughter left after supper - with longer days, she can stick around for the evening meal now, and still drive in daylight. She should be back in Alex now, getting ready for classes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 daughter, my wife and my son went to Soo Bahk Do class this evening, as usual. And, again as usual, came back a bit pooped and with more knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wrapped up the tasks I do Sunday evening. It's time to call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be a little off-routine. My father-in-law is spending time with one of my brothers-in-law, so my wive and #3 daughter will be minding the shop quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related posts:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://saukcentrejournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/valley-forge-village-in-sauk-centre-why.html"&gt;Valley Forge Village in Sauk Centre: Why Was I So Intense?&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Sauk Centre Journal Blog (March 7, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://catholiccitizenamerica.blogspot.com/2010/03/prayer-medicine-and-trusting-god.html"&gt;Prayer, Medicine and Trusting God&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;A Catholic Citizen in America (March 4, 2010)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4375258134656606560?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4375258134656606560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4375258134656606560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4375258134656606560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4375258134656606560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-good-sunday.html' title='Sunday: It&apos;s been a Good Day'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-4369040749617057625</id><published>2010-03-06T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:12:22.901-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rabbits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Burgers, a Rabbit, and Family</title><content type='html'>Excellent day: I grilled burgers in company with #1 daughter, read Garfield and sang with my son, talked about her writing with #3 daughter, and watched Giol, #1 daughter's rabbit, engulf two apple cores, and a small tub of (old) sprouts. Don't worry: the sprouts weren't &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; old. We could have eaten them, but my wife probably wanted to start a fresh batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think she has a soft spot for the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 daughter and I watched another episode each of Bleach and Princess Tutu. Watching those two back-to-back makes for a fast shift of mental gears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten some work done, too: including long-overdue graphics for the &lt;a href="http://easygriller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Easy Griller&lt;/a&gt; blog and website; and Apathetic Lemming of the North posts for tomorrow and Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll give me tomorrow for family - also reflection, silence (no small feat for me), cultivation of the mind, and meditation - all with a view to furthering the growth of this Christian's interior life. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, &lt;a href="http://www.usccb.org/catechism/text/pt3sect2chpt1art3.shtml#2186"&gt;2186&lt;/a&gt; - we've got rules for just about &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. More: "&lt;a href="http://catholiccitizenamerica.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-on-sunday-at-growing-christian.html"&gt;Working on Sunday: At Growing the Christian Interior Life&lt;/a&gt;," A Catholic Citizen in America (January 2, 2010))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the link-dropping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long and enjoyable day: and it's time to turn in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-4369040749617057625?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/4369040749617057625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=4369040749617057625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4369040749617057625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/4369040749617057625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/burgers-rabbit-and-family.html' title='Burgers, a Rabbit, and Family'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-3450273655586270688</id><published>2010-03-05T22:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:35:30.881-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Afternoon 'On the Town' - My Style</title><content type='html'>I dropped the Knights of Columbus bulletin off at the Post Office and spent some time at Jitters Java downtown this afternoon. And picked up a seasonally-appropriate jacket at Wal-Mart for $17. For me, that's a pretty big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, I spent time with the family off and on during the day: one of the perks of working at home. Of course, you're never 'away from the office,' but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 daughter came home for the weekend. She's grinding through a higher-than-usual load of homework: a ramp-up to Spring Break, I understand. She's expecting/hoping to graduate this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and I read Garfield and sang, as usual - and I'm caught up (almost) with the day's task list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to call it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-3450273655586270688?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/3450273655586270688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=3450273655586270688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3450273655586270688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/3450273655586270688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/afternoon-on-town-my-style.html' title='Afternoon &apos;On the Town&apos; - My Style'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-9126731227201253284</id><published>2010-03-04T22:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T23:03:15.909-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soo Bahk Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>A Pulled Muscle, a Bulletin, and Insomnia</title><content type='html'>I was up until about 3:00 this morning: Can's say that I recommend the practice. Oh, well. I've read that occasional insomnia isn't anything to worry about, so I won't. Sleeping until almost noon gave me enough sleep - although at the 'wrong' time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm less out-of-focus today, so something's going right. And, I'm determined to have a shot at a saner sleep-wake cycle tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten a bit done today: including cleaning over a half-gigabyte of excess files off my hard drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife, son, and #3 daughter went to Soo Bahk Do class this evening, which gave me a quiet house to work in. I got the Knights of Columbus bulletin counted and the postal forms filled out. It's good to drop at the Post Office tomorrow, right on schedule. My wife, as usual, attached the labels we got from the printer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 daughter managed to pull a muscle at Soo Bahk Do, but I think she'll be okay. "Doctor Mom" knows how to deal with that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and I read Garfield and sang, as usual, again this evening. And I have only two posts left to write: then I can call it a day and turn in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-9126731227201253284?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/9126731227201253284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=9126731227201253284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/9126731227201253284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/9126731227201253284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-day-another-pulled-muscle.html' title='A Pulled Muscle, a Bulletin, and Insomnia'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-8491429625284401631</id><published>2010-03-02T20:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:32:41.095-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tasks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>This Week's Monday was Rescheduled</title><content type='html'>Today 'felt like' Monday. Not getting as much sleep as I could have last night probably helped that feeling along. Oh, well: I've gotten the day's tasks done, spent some time with my son, #3 daughter and wife, so it's been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my son and all will be spending the morning down in St. Cloud, getting some orthodontic work done. I don't think he'll enjoy that a great deal - but it's a good idea anyway. And will give me some uninterrupted hours to concentrate on whatever I line up for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got results back from the lab, on that blood sample. The good news is that my major organ systems are online and functioning normally. The bad news is that my blood sugar hasn't been where it should be. Short-term solution: an increase in the dose for a mediation. Long-term solution: There really isn't  one, but getting my weight down will help enormously. And that's doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about a half-hour, my son and I will be reading Garfield and singing. Unless it's delayed, which has happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-8491429625284401631?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/8491429625284401631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=8491429625284401631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8491429625284401631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/8491429625284401631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-weeks-monday-was-rescheduled.html' title='This Week&apos;s Monday was Rescheduled'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6065200441772928402</id><published>2010-02-28T21:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T20:19:50.576-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Soo Bahk Do Again, and Goofing Off a Day of Rest</title><content type='html'>Sunday is almost over. I've grilled burgers, hung out with the family, talked with #1 daughter and my son, watched Giol, her rabbit, gotten some reading done, and - while my wife and #3 daughter were at Soo Bahk Do class - finished another entry for the Sauk Centre Journal and did some work on the Knights of Columbus bulletin. I plan to wind the bulletin up tomorrow morning: I do &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; want another SNAFU like the out-of-date 'events' section of last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm steeped in the American culture, so I tend to feel that a day spent without producing all that much is a day spent 'goofing off.' I know better, but the feeling is still there. (More: "&lt;a href="http://catholiccitizenamerica.blogspot.com/2010/01/working-on-sunday-at-growing-christian.html"&gt;Working on Sunday: At Growing the Christian Interior Life&lt;/a&gt;," (January 2, 2010).)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and may God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6065200441772928402?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6065200441772928402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6065200441772928402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6065200441772928402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6065200441772928402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/02/soo-bahk-do-again-and-goofing-off-day.html' title='Soo Bahk Do Again, and &lt;s&gt;Goofing Off&lt;/s&gt; a Day of Rest'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-9050912940474149550</id><published>2010-02-27T22:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:12:49.048-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Saturday: Soo Bahk Do, a Rabbit, and Wii</title><content type='html'>I've got a task or two left to do today, and then I'll be (fairly) free for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and #3 daughter got back from the Soo Bahk Do clinic before 6:00 - earlier than I expected them. A happy surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and #1 daughter had me run through a tutorial for a series of Wii games: Mario Brothers Smash Brawl, or something like that. That was fun, although I doubt I'll spend the time it'd take to get really competent at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read Garfield and sung with my son, and then watched one episode each of "Bleach" and "Princess Tutu" with #1 daughter, and watched her rabbit eat three apple cores. Not at the same time, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-9050912940474149550?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/9050912940474149550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=9050912940474149550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/9050912940474149550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/9050912940474149550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-soo-bahk-do-rabbit-and-wii.html' title='Saturday: Soo Bahk Do, a Rabbit, and Wii'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6494784084690709954</id><published>2010-02-26T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:30:02.061-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Friday: The Day's Work is Done</title><content type='html'>I finished the last post of the day (apart from this one) a few minutes ago. My son and I have read Garfield and sung. #1 daughter is home for the weekend, and all I have left to do tonight is get some dishes washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fed Giol, #1 daughter's rabbit, an apple core. Two, actually. He's gotten quite good at walking on his back legs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIhPNQHwoSQ"&gt;Will walk for food&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIhPNQHwoSQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIhPNQHwoSQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="324"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brigidtheirish, YouTube (October 26, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;video, 0:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late: time for me to turn in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and may God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6494784084690709954?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6494784084690709954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6494784084690709954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6494784084690709954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6494784084690709954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-days-work-is-done.html' title='Friday: The Day&apos;s Work is Done'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-461346591890865973</id><published>2010-02-25T22:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:40:22.646-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the human condition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soo Bahk Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Thursday: Routine, Which is Fine By Me</title><content type='html'>I'm caught up now, from Tuesday's &lt;a href="http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-caught-up-after-yesterdays.html"&gt;malware&lt;/a&gt; situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, thanks to a big of sitting with pencil and paper (pen, actually), I've gotten some work done part of the setting for a story or three. Which is another topic, for &lt;a href="http://driftingattheedge.blogspot.com/"&gt;another blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thursday, so my wife and #3 daughter went to Soo Bahk Do this evening. My son stayed home: he's been under the weather. Nothing serious, but why take chances? Besides, there's a Soo Bahk Do clinic this weekend, and I'm hoping he'll be able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, and talking briefly with my son-in-law about some family business, the day's been quite routine. Right down to the Garfield-and-song with my son about an hour and a half ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may get better than this: but I'm glad with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, and may God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-461346591890865973?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/461346591890865973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=461346591890865973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/461346591890865973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/461346591890865973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-caught-up-now-from-tuesdays-malware.html' title='Thursday: Routine, Which is Fine By Me'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395415222482574650.post-6180907844342693809</id><published>2010-02-24T23:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:42:44.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='routines'/><title type='text'>Wednesday: Caught up After Yesterday's SNAFU</title><content type='html'>I took an unplanned sabbatical from working on the computer yesterday. A rather nasty piece of adware started burrowing its way into my system. On the up side, my son knew of a fairly straightforward way to extract it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of deworming my computer, although largely automated (this time), encouraged me to find other work to do. For one thing, I figured that the less I used the computer, the more of its resources would be available to the software that was patrolling its innards. Mostly, I thought that working at something that didn't have me looking at the monitor would be less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made the right decision, but I hadn't caught up until late this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have been done earlier, but I decided to relax with the family and watch the two new Aaron Stone episodes that aired tonight. It may not be 'quality time,' but we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat after that, I read Garfield and sang with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;From smalltowndad.blogspot.com&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3395415222482574650-6180907844342693809?l=smalltowndad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/feeds/6180907844342693809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395415222482574650&amp;postID=6180907844342693809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6180907844342693809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395415222482574650/posts/default/6180907844342693809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smalltowndad.blogspot.com/2010/02/wednesday-caught-up-after-yesterdays.html' title='Wednesday: Caught up After Yesterday&apos;s SNAFU'/><author><name>Brian Gill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13209697542675181894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_egssq1RSGhM/S85UoWFXs6I/AAAAAAAAAa4/gJPv25og4QM/s1600-R/DSCF0224_EyeAvatar_128_.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
