My sweet little girl

Last night Mck and I were driving home from the grass clipping recycle area and we passed the road that goes to my parents house. The conversation that followed was pretty funny. I wish I would have recorded it, because this doesn't do it justice.

My parents place hasn't flooded, but we can't get to their house because the roads to their house are all flooded.

McK: That's the way to grandma's house.

Me: Yep, you're right, it is.

McK: Can we can go there again.

Me: Sometime we can, but it won't be for a while.

McK: We can't because there's water all around her house and grandma has a dike around her house.

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I was surprised to hear that she obviously had an idea of what a dike was because she hadn't been out there to see it. My mom must have told her about it or she remembered us talking about it at some point a month ago. The following is where it get's funny.
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Me: Do you know what a dike is?

McK: What?

Me: Well it's a (trying to think of the easiest way to describe it to a 4 year old), it's a...

McK: It's something that protects your house.

Me: Yes it is, very good.

McK: Daddy,I know things better than you do.

Me: (laughing) Yeah I guess you do...

The way that you wander

Some of my favorite lyrics from the Jeremiah Johnson soundtrack by Tim McIntire.

"The way that you wander is the way that you choose, the day that you tarry is the day that you loose. Sunshine or thunder a man will always wonder where the fair wind blows, where the fair wind blows."


"An indian says you'll search in vain for what you cannot find, he says you'll find a thousand ways of runnin down your time. An indian didn't scream it, he said it in a song and he's never been known to be wrong, he's never been known to be wrong."

No Time To Kill

Written by Clint Black and Hayden Nicholas.

No Time To Kill

There's no time to kill between the cradle and the grave
Father Time still takes a toll on every minute that you save
Legal tender's never gonna change the number on your days
The highest cost of livin's dyin', that's one everybody pays
So have it spent before you get the bill, there's no time to kill

If we'd known ten years ago today would be ten years from now
Would we spend tomorrow's yesterdays and make it last somehow
Or lead the cheers in someone else's game and never learn to play
And see the rules of thumb are all the same that measure every day
The grass is green on both sides of the hill, there's no time to kill

No time to kill, even I've said it, and probably always will
But I can look ahead and see that time ain't standin' still
No time to kill but time to change the kind of hurry I've been in
And quit this work and worry lookin' back at where I've been
If you don't look ahead nobody will, there's no time to kill

If we had an hour glass to watch each one go by
Or a bell to mark each one to pass, we'd see just how they fly
Would we escalate the value to be worth its weight in gold
Or would we never know the fortunes that we had 'til we grow old
And do we just keep killin' time until there's no time to kill

No time to kill, even I've said it and probably always will
But I can look ahead and see that time ain't standin' still
No time to kill but time to change the kind of hurry I've been in
And quit this work and worry lookin' back at where I've been
If you don't look ahead nobody will, there's no time to kill

No time to kill, even I've said it and probably always will
But I can look ahead and see that time ain't standin' still
No time to kill but time to change the kind of hurry I've been in
And quit this work and worry lookin' back at where I've been
If you don't look ahead nobody will, there's no time to kill

No time to kill
No time to kill
No time to kill

It's been a long time.

I figured it is about time I put something on here. Well, not much new that everyone doesn't already know or expect to read.

Had a good christmas and new years. Saw a bunch of friends that I haven't seen in a long time.

My family is healthy and life is good.

I do believe

One of my favorite singers.
Good song.

Plantains...

Tastes like a sweet potatoe to me. Pretty good, I suggest you try one if you haven't already.

Slice it and then fry it in a tablespoon of olive oil.

The first time I had this was about 15 years ago, when I knew this Nigerian guy who came to ND from NY. His name was Malik (sp?).

I wonder where he is now.

He pan fried a plantain for me since I hadn't ever seen one until then and he couldn't believe it.

Anyway, time for bed.

I hope you all are well.

Colorado on my mind.

Going to be headed down to CO next week for a week. Hopefully I will get into the hills for a morning with McKenzie. When we were hiking in the river bottoms this spring she said she wants to hike in the mountains, so...

There's nothing like the smell of pine, the sound of a stream and just being in the mountains.

Here is John Denver talking about Rocky Mountain High; one of my favorite songs.