It's getting closer

My grandson lurking behind the stripes.  Oh yeah, his mother and aunt are in the picture too

As April draws to a close, which as a completely unnecessary aside, is totally unbelievable to me, the countdown to a huge milestone here in the Den is heating up.

Of course, I refer to the countdown to the arrival of our first grandson, who is still sans a name. The Boy Awesome is due in about four weeks and on the Nigel Tufnel scale, our excitement is at an 11. We are more than a little excited to welcome him into the world.

The Boy Awesome is coming into this nutty world when some of the more cynical amongst us wonder aloud why you would want to bring a child into this mess in a first place. Yep, the world is an orbiting train wreck, no argument here. But seriously, when hasn't it been? Aside from those brief moments of naked (seriously!) ignorant bliss in the Garden of Eden for Adam and Eve, things have been a little (he says with a heaping side of understatement) askew. I don't see that changing. But I still see the thing that balances out all that mess and that's the good in the world. There is still good in the world and I know my soon enough to be born grandson is going to feel of that goodness in spades.

How could he not? His parents are the Awesomes, after all. His paternal grandparents, after something like 300 grandchildren (OK, that may be a little exaggeration but they have a SLEW of grandchildren) have the grandparenting thing down cold. His maternal grandparents, us, are all kinds of excited to be a part of his life. Of course, we'll have to see how he deals with me. So long as I get him to have an affinity for Korean fried chicken and NPR fairly early on, we'll be fine. How soon before I can get him hooked on Kyochon?

Walking

Back in October of last year, I posted about walking along the Farmington River with the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML. It was a gorgeous fall day and then winter came. And stayed. And stayed. Like a clueless and unwelcome guest, oblivious to overstaying its welcome, winter stayed. Vicious Mother Nature! Well, it appears that she finally got the hint and that unwelcome guest has hit the road and has made way for Spring.

With her long-awaited arrival, once again, the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML and I hit the road on a long walk. We did a 5.5 mile loop through our little town and along the river and it was fantastic. A nearly perfect day. Here are a couple of shots from our walk:

View from one of our bridges

From yet another bridge

It was so nice to enjoy the sunshine, the breeze, and most importantly, some good time together. The Boy is in Albany at a Church youth conference and so it wasn't like we had to be anywhere. This allowed us time to walk, talk, and to enjoy being together. It was, in a word, sweet. I am go glad that after nearly twenty-five years together, we have opportunities like this to be together and that we enjoy those moments. I am blessed. Richly blessed.

So go walking with your best friend. It's a good thing.

The Russians Are (Not) Coming

This is surreal

Has this been one of the most tragic, and one of the strangest, weeks in American history? As I write this, we are watching - LIVE, mind you - what could be the denouement (how's that for a 20 point word?) of this week's awful events in Boston.

Unless your name is Groundskeeper Willie and you live in a shack, you know the story. It began with the senseless bombings on Monday at the finish line of the storied Boston Marathon, where three people were killed and scores of people suffered gruesome and hideous injuries. While I've never felt compelled to run a marathon, I've ran a couple of half marathons and other races, and I that I've shared some great memories with runners.  They are good people and so the bombings were even more senseless to me.

And now, in what seems like it came from the mind of a deranged Hollywood screenwriter, there is a trail of death and mayhem across Boston, an amazing city that's been in lock-down for hours.  All this perpetrated by two brothers. One dead now and the other is on the run with the clock ticking loudly. It's insane.

When I first heard that the brothers were Chechen, it only underscored the movie thing.  Weren't the characters who hijacked the President's plane in "Air Force One" Chechen? They weren't.  They were Kazhaks. Regardless, then I thought of the craptastic "Red Dawn" and its ridiculous Russian invasion plot that served to fuel the Reagan administration's Cold War fear that characterized the early 1980's. But you know what, this isn't a movie. In 1966, a comedy was made called "The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming!" but it's 2013 and the Russians, nor the Chechens, aren't coming. There is still much to understand about this. We must wait before we jump to conclusions or to begin painting an entire nation with the terrorist brush. This needs to play out and kudos to how it's being handled right now.

The Boy made an observation last night as this continued to play out that I was proud to hear. He said, "Whoever they are, I hope they aren't Arabs." I asked him why and he basically expressed that he'd had enough of an entire people being painted as terrorists. He then went on to explain that he was a teen-age anarchist, but that's a story for another day.

While we've seen much of horror and carnage this week, we've also seen so much good. Did you see how many people ran TOWARDS the explosions at the Marathon? They were running to see how they could help. Did you see what total strangers did to help those impacted by the bombings? Have you seen how law enforcement have put themselves in harms' way this week in order to bring these suspects down? There is still good in this world. It can be really hard to find, but there is still good. That gives me some hope.

And then there was one

Thanks to the very odd way the calendar works for CAL at her chosen institution of higher learning, the lovely BYU-I, she has the winter off. Now for anyone that has spent a winter in Rexburg, ID, you know that dying in an airplane crash may, in fact, be a more appealing alternative than hunkering down for that never-ending freezefest of misery. So we have had her home since just before Christmas, but yesterday she jumped off the metaphorical sofa here in the Den, boarded a plane west and is heading back to school. We are going to miss her. It's been fun to watch her solidify the relationship she shares with her mom. I'm sure she will NOT miss my near constant nagging about her employment status. But what else is a father going to do?

For one resident of the Den, though, CAL's departure restores things to their rightful (in his head) order. Of course, I refer to the Boy and his retaking the throne, now that his older sister is gone. He is once again, the one child left at home. He is the One. So the next few days will be filled with readjusted expectations and the occasional demand that is more reminiscent of a hostage crisis than parent-child relationship. The good news is that we've gotten pretty good at navigating these waters. By the time you get to the third, you've gotten a clue or two about how to handle your children. So we'll pay homage to the One and get things back to normal.

I'm going to miss having CAL home. Just like I miss having Our Lady of BYU home and she's been gone for  years. But I've said it before, I wouldn't have it any other way. It's an honor to watch them hiking through this mountain range that is adulthood. I'm glad we've still got the Boy home for awhile. And Heaven knows, he's glad to be the One again.