Category Archives: Day to day maintance
I know it may seem a bit unfair that Sam is getting a lot of coverage on the blog but it’s not everyday one graduates from college. I’ve also been a bit guilty of being delinquent in regular postings here too. I promise I’ll be more diligent in the future. This photo was taken on the morning of Sam’s graduation. Debbie and my mom and a couple of the boys went to get good seats and I went with Simon to take some pre graduation photos of Sam. Actually, we had to wake him up first.
After I shot a few more formal shots I caught this one of him coming down the stairs.
No matter how much you hydrate or listen to your coachs’ words of encouragement, it’s always tough being down at haltime 12-1.
Before Simon could give his oral animal report in his third grade class yesterday he had to have an emergency early morning visit to the dentist for a little oral surgery to have a cavity filled and another tooth extracted- luckily it was a baby tooth. His report was on the Bongo, a form of antelope that lives in parts of Africa, and he worked so hard on it and was so ready for his presentation that after he came home from the dentist, Debbie emailed his teacher who said that he could do it the following day, but Simon being the tropper he is went back to school and was the first one in the class to give his report!
As Debbie was helping Simon and Ollie with their homework I’m just getting around to posting these photos I took of Sam the day before he he drove back to Iowa to finish his last semester at Grinnell. The small framework we set down as parents hopefully helps them maneuver in their path they are carving out for themselves.
Another year of keeping some sort of magic alive. Some may say we’ve bitten off more then we can chew…maybe. But Christmas came and went and I had the whole family here and surfed some windy close out waves in the afternoon and the sun was out.
There’s a surfboard amongst our quiver that doesn’t really get taken out much. It’s a custom Gordon & Smith 6′-2″ swallowtail made around 1973. It was my brothers’ board. We picked it up in La Jolla on on way to the Hawaiian Islands from Florida for a family vacation. I remember we took the board out at Wind and Sea the afternoon we left the surf shop. I was on my purple G&S which now resides in Lois’ garage on the north shore of Kauai and my brother Allan was on this board. I honestly don’t remember how we hauled those boards all over the islands back then, but I do remember Allan stepping on a sea urchin near Kona and peeing on the bottom of his foot. I’m not sure how I ended up with his board. I vaguely recall him handing it over to me the last time I saw him probably 10 years ago. It was all dinged up and I took it to Skip at Aquatech who said the board is great and belongs on a wall. Ollie took it out this morning at Bay Street. As he was walking into the water one of the other older guys who often stand on the beach looked at the G&S then at me and said, “Nice board.” I told him a brief history while Ollie caught a small right. “Looks, like he’s got it dialed in already.” he said.
Debbie called from the car and said there was a rainbow. Theo and I went up on the roof to see for ourselves. We’ve been in a drought for the past year so we haven’t seem many of these.
Rummaging around the “camera closet” for my old Canon 5d’s that I’m thinking of selling to get a new Sony A7. It’s called the “camera closet” because that’s where we keep the camera gear along with what remains of my comic book collection, my Corgi cars that my Nana Louise rescued from my childhood and returned to me before she passed away, miscellaneous science fiction books and other things we deem somewhat valuable or just happened to get thrown in there, I get sidetracked when I see my Polaroid 195 camera that I bought from Samy’s Camera in the late 1970’s.
We shot Polaroids to test the light, exposure, backgrounds or other things we might of been unsure of. Some times we called them Paranoids. There’s some film in the camera so I take my shirt off and go to a mirror and shoot a self portrait. It reminds me of another self portrait I shot in 1981 after my second open heart surgery in Houston, Texas. I had just met Debbie and couldn’t wait to get back home to see her.
It’s been hard trying to find a natural rhythm to things, especially to writing and posting on my blog. I’m not sure what the problem is but I’m trying to figure it out. This morning while walking to my weekly pro-time (a finger pin prick procedure which checks my blood clotting time) the oppressive heat we’ve had for over a month showed some signs of subsiding, as clouds seemingly in a holding pattern over the foothills awaiting a signal to relive us…and rain. I got into the elevator and pressed the button to the 3rd and top floor. The elevator stopped on the 2nd floor and a woman got in and asked, “Going up?” I said, “Yes.” and pressed the 3rd floor button again. Making small talk I said, “Can’t get much higher then that.” She said, “Not today, I’m not going to heaven today.”
Letting the woman off the elevator first, we both exited and went into the same office. Sitting in the waiting room, I notice the woman I got off the elevator with was sitting near me filling out paperwork and muttering to herself. I glance up from the Murakami memoir I’m reading when I hear her say, “Good Samaritan.” I think to my myself , “Good Samaritan- the hospital where 4 out or 5 of my boys were born, the place where Robert Kennedy was taken, riddled with bullets, then fought for his life and died.
I’m called in to the exam room and sit down. This routine is quite familiar. The same chair, the same 2 nurses, the same low hum of invisible machinery heard in the background. The nurse pricks my middle finger and squeezes a tiny drop of blood onto a test strip that she inserts into a hand held device which then reports my INR. INR stands for International Normalized Ratio. My range is 2.5- 3.5. Today it’s at a perfect 3.0.