Anyhow, I've been telling the tale of Summer 2009 for like the last 6 months, and we're almost to the exciting final chapter where we move to the Emerald City. But first, I need to finish up our little jaunt down south to Utah's Dixie. We all went to visit my dad's dad quite a few times while we were in St. George, and it was really awesome to get to know Rudger again. He's doing well and had lots of stories about his mission all over the Mid-West. It was interesting to hear how much and how little Chicago has changed since his time there so many decades ago. His stories all confirmed my life-long impression of him as a man of a deep and rich heritage of class and tradition. I'm sure I'd heard many of those stories when I was younger, but I was far too interested in the toy castle in his living room back then. Now I hung onto every word and wasn't in a hurry for him to stop talking. Zoe, however, was ready to go at any time, so our visits were short. My good ol' grandpas are such manly guys. They're excellent role models for me, and have given me great parents who have made all the difference in the world. I wonder if I'll ever measure up. I guess I've got 60 years to work on that.
Sunday, October 03, 2010
Grandpa Rudger - still going strong
I'm finally on the happy end of a massive work deadline, and there's no nasty actuarial test looming over the horizon, so I think it's time to reclaim my position as ruling overlord of my little blogsite. Hopefully my tens of readers have been able to weather my absence. Somewhere during my month and a half of blog silence, my little wife has metamorphosed from pregnant lady to "bring towels everywhere you go" as she is nine months pregnant. During our weekly trip to Home Depot today, the help asked Sara if she'd like a wheel chair or a glass of water. "No thanks", she replied, "but if you've got an extra epidural lying around, I'd take one of those." Okay so I made that last bit up, but those hardware guys thought for sure they were just a few waddles away from a very wet clean up on aisle 12. Anyhow, moral of the story is, we're about to enter into a new phase of our lives, which as I remember from the first time, includes a lot of late night infomercials, one-armed dinner preparation, and endless swaddling. Not to mention the frequent quandaries of whether or not our lives will ever be normal again. The answer is yes, in about 6 months. The C-section is scheduled for a week from Monday, there's no going back now!
Anyhow, I've been telling the tale of Summer 2009 for like the last 6 months, and we're almost to the exciting final chapter where we move to the Emerald City. But first, I need to finish up our little jaunt down south to Utah's Dixie. We all went to visit my dad's dad quite a few times while we were in St. George, and it was really awesome to get to know Rudger again. He's doing well and had lots of stories about his mission all over the Mid-West. It was interesting to hear how much and how little Chicago has changed since his time there so many decades ago. His stories all confirmed my life-long impression of him as a man of a deep and rich heritage of class and tradition. I'm sure I'd heard many of those stories when I was younger, but I was far too interested in the toy castle in his living room back then. Now I hung onto every word and wasn't in a hurry for him to stop talking. Zoe, however, was ready to go at any time, so our visits were short. My good ol' grandpas are such manly guys. They're excellent role models for me, and have given me great parents who have made all the difference in the world. I wonder if I'll ever measure up. I guess I've got 60 years to work on that.
Anyhow, I've been telling the tale of Summer 2009 for like the last 6 months, and we're almost to the exciting final chapter where we move to the Emerald City. But first, I need to finish up our little jaunt down south to Utah's Dixie. We all went to visit my dad's dad quite a few times while we were in St. George, and it was really awesome to get to know Rudger again. He's doing well and had lots of stories about his mission all over the Mid-West. It was interesting to hear how much and how little Chicago has changed since his time there so many decades ago. His stories all confirmed my life-long impression of him as a man of a deep and rich heritage of class and tradition. I'm sure I'd heard many of those stories when I was younger, but I was far too interested in the toy castle in his living room back then. Now I hung onto every word and wasn't in a hurry for him to stop talking. Zoe, however, was ready to go at any time, so our visits were short. My good ol' grandpas are such manly guys. They're excellent role models for me, and have given me great parents who have made all the difference in the world. I wonder if I'll ever measure up. I guess I've got 60 years to work on that.
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I remember that castle too. It was pretty awesome! I haven't seen grandpa in a long time. I'm glad to see a picture of him on your blog. Thanks for sharing.
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