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991125 Thursday in the bosom of the family... |
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I've made two changes to these pages. The first is a small matter: I've adjusted the width of the columns and the proportion of each one, enlarging the sidebar to the left so that the line breaks aren't so choppy. The other change is a bigger deal to me: I've posted some entries in a publicly accessible directory. I don't for the life of me know why I'm so retentive about this. Oh, well.
And that was my morning -- some page tweaking accompanied by some additions to my laundry lint collection. According to the Guinness, Cawker City, Kansas is the home of the world's largest ball of twine. Maybe I could add another arrow to the Kansas quiver by assembling the world's largest ball of lint. A boy can dream.
After lunch, Owen, Taylor and I went out to the fellowship where I handled some of the mail while they explored the grounds. When I had finished, they invited me along to see some deer stands they had discovered on the property up the hillside behind the fellowship property. The hillside is covered in its lower reaches by cedar, redbuds, and hackberry, the crow of trees in this region (any tree I can't identify is a hackberry; any black bird I can't identify is a crow.) In its upper reaches, the hillside replaces the redbuds with the occasional hickory. Last winter when there was snow on the ground, we found the tracks of wild turkeys all over the grounds, and were eventually rewarded for our quiet attention with a parade by the resident flock -- perhaps fifteen birds. Today, Owen brought a turkey call that he had discovered somewhere, but no turkeys appeared. As expected, there were deer tracks in the memorial garden, but we didn't sight any actual deer. Without the remarkable wildlife, the trip to the fellowship is still worthwhile. The clearings on the hillside offer lovely views north across last summer's tan wheat fields, green strips of winter wheat, and then a gray stripe of cottonwoods along the Kansas River.
After our exploration of the hillside, we ended the visit to the fellowship by playing catch with something the boys called a foxtail. A new toy to me, the foxtail is a soft, foam rubber ball hanging from the end of a nylon tube which serves as a handle for flinging it. What you sacrifice in accuracy, you make up in distance, sort of like this journal entry, which seems to be going on and on about nothing.
We ended the expedition with a trip to the Bramlage Coliseum parking lot, where Owen continued his driving lesson. He did remarkably well, stalling the car only on the first startup, and later stalling it when he forgot to put the clutch in when stopping. But he handled the startups and takeoffs more smoothly than he has before.
Taylor had an opportunity to drive as well. After Owen's fun, I put Taylor on my lap so he could take a turn around the lot handling the steering at 15 MPH. He was thrilled by the sensation of steering, exclaiming that it was much more fun to steer than to go straight as his mother requires when she lets him drive.
I broke all my low fat rules tonight, consuming all the cream cheese and sour cream in sight.
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In his 991123 entry, Rien of Reality Asylum offered a reason to think twice about establishing your own domain name. Using a program offered at Neotrace folks can track down most of the information necessary to register a domain name, including the address and phone number of the registered owner.
The cold weather earlier in the week was a false alarm. We aren't really having a November this year. Instead we're having October again. The temperature stayed in the mid-fifties this afternoon. This is not a complaint, by the way. | |
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