Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Minnehaha Memories

While cleaning out my picture files this morning, I was cruising down the list in alpha order when I came across these two right next to each other. I know the top one was taken on August 28, 2011, but the bottom one? Maybe 2008??

Monday, November 28, 2011

Inside Looking Out

First day back after the Thanksgiving vacation and my brain is still in vacation mode. Looking outside at 3:50 pm and the sun is setting. Welcome to MN at the end of November.

We have 4 hours of rehearsal ahead tonight (6:00 - 10:00 p.m.). Ugh.

Here's a picture from last night.

How's that for a aimless, disjointed blog post.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Are We Ready Yet?

[By Friday this will all make sense.]

Tomorrow starts "tech week" - aka the week of hell - prior to Friday's opening of The Ultimate Santa. We rehearse four hours Sunday, then from 6:00 to 9:30 Monday through Thursday. We will go over the production, in costume, scene-by-scene.

It's a painstaking process. The adults will groan and sigh; the kids will be too squirrelly to pay attention. Tempers will flare. At some point, I will promise myself never to do another show.

We are at that point when one's emotions swing between, "This will never work!" and "This will be an awesome show!" I think I know all my lines I just hope I don't miss my cues. Tomorrow I'll forget all my lines, but remember everyone elses. That's just the way it is - for me at least.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

What Are You Thankful For?

I am thankful for spring-like weather in November. Here's the view from my walk with Duke this morning, looking south towards home across Fairview Fields.

Speaking of dogs. I’m thankful for loyal dogs, like Duke and Major.

Major making tracks in last weekend's snow.

For the backstory on my canine cousin Major, follow this link.

For other things I'm thankful for, check out my post on the Roseville Patch.

Hope you have a great Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 21, 2011

And So It Begins

Today I was surprised to see the snow pile in the field along the walking path at work. Of course I should not have been surprised as it snowed several inches over the weekend. When they clear the vast parking lots here at world headquarters, they cart the snow off into the field in the middle of the walking path. By winter’s end the piles are enormous and tend to attract a lot of deer. I suspect the deer love the salt in the plowed snow.

To counter the dirty pile of snow, I’ll offer this snow angel made by the Dude on Sunday.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Too Much Vacation?

[Looking up while walking Duke this morning.]

Oh, the “burden” of too much vacation.

It’s been a busy year. It’s been so busy that I haven’t used all the vacation available to me. Company rules state we can only carry 40 hours into the next year, so I’ve got some vacation to burn. I plan to take some time at the end of the year – but that doesn’t burn it all so I’m taking a day here and there.

Today was a good day to stay home as Shana was traveling for business so I had kid duties in the AM and PM. I enjoy staying home and getting stuff done. It beats commuting to work and not getting stuff done.

After seeing Maria off, I walked Duke. Then it was home to get the Dude ready to go. After I dropped him at school, I went for a walk around Como Lake. After that I hit the library/coffee-shop, Target, and finally Goodwill.

In addition to that run-around period, I was able to do some laundry (2 loads), some “fall” cleaning: clean the drapes – (see laundry); remove dust and accumulated gunk from ceiling fans – I try to clean them every fall/spring – should do more often (yuck); cat litter (yuck squared); replaced filter on furnace – easy but always surprised by the stuff it has trapped. Old one comes out gray and dingy, new one goes in pearly white. It says replace every 3 months – this one slipped to 4 – but then there was quite a bit of time this fall when we ran neither the AC nor furnace.

After all my work, I found the cats napping. I took the hint and napped a bit myself.

Duke surprised us by having two seizures – one last night, and one this morning. We will increase his meds and hope for the best.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Here a Post, There a Post

I'm now blogging on the Roseville Patch.

I hope to post there on a regular basis – and of course continue to post on the Hobbled Runner.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

An Arts-Packed Weekend

The theme this weekend was, support your local arts organization(s).

Friday night, Shana and Maria attended the Eat Street Players' production of Lend Me a Tenor, a show that included Michael Sheeks – from Roseville Area High School – the man who directed RAHS’ recently concluded success Urinetown: The Musical.

Saturday night Maria and I attended the final performance of Roseville Area Middle School’s production of North Woods Nonsense. As a high school freshman, it was fun for Maria to see the “little kids” taking center stage, some of whom we’ve both performed with in Rosetown productions.

On Sunday, the Hobbled family chose the divide and conquer approach, with Shana attending a performance by percussionist and educator Dame Evelyn Glennie at House of Hope, while the kids and I headed over to the Old Arizona Theater for Going to the Soiree, a production of the Kinetic Evolutions Dance Company featuring two young women we have worked with at Rosetown – Kayla Schlitgen (who choreographed Music Man, Oliver!, and Christmas Carol), and Jenny Sung who choreographed last summer’s Wizard of Oz and now is working with us on The Ultimate Santa. I had never been to a dance performance before – besides Maria’s dance school recitals. We had a great time.

In addition to all that craziness I raked the yard – let’s hope for the last time, cleaned the gutters, and did a number of loads of laundry.

Saturday night brought its own little challenge as Maria and I changed a flat tire at 10:00 pm on a dark side street. Note to self – get a strong flashlight and keep it in the trunk. Cell phones barely produce enough light to change a tire by – especially when the one holding the flashlight has to keep pulling it away to answer texts. Or maybe cell phones would work in a pinch if the one holding it is not a 14 year old girl with an active social life. (Of course it wasn’t a simple puncture – so we had to replace the tire – actually both tires actually “for balance” of course.)

Monday it's back to work, where I can get some rest.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Veteran's Day

[My Dad on the left. I believe this was taken at Kearns Air Base outside St. Lake City, Utah - summer/fall 1943. More about that in these various posts.]

Today is Veteran’s Day – an important day of remembrance. I regret not working downtown anymore. There was always an old vet on the corner selling those plastic poppies – not really selling them – more like he gave you one if you donated a buck or two.

For the past few years I’ve thought about driving out of my way to find a poppy. Maybe Ft. Snelling cemetery would have one. I could visit my Dad’s grave at the same time. Maybe take in the Veteran’s Day celebration.

I think about doing it – but never do.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Business Jargon Alert: My Ask?

In a meeting with colleagues, one of whom had a question.

He set it up this way,

“I think my ask is . . . [insert question here]”.

“My ask” – seriously?

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Celebration of Life

Shana's Uncle Bub died unexpectedly last week. It was quite a shock.

Shana and her parents drove up to Vergas on Monday for the visitation, and the kids and I came Tuesday for the funeral. It was only the second funeral the kids remember attending. (Maria was at my Dad's funeral - but being only 3 doesn't recall any of it.) It was nice to see the wonderful turnout. The Community Center was packed with friends and family. We saw folks we hadn't seen in years which was nice.

We've had some interesting discussions since the funeral. The Dude was curious why Bub wasn't buried in a suit. He thought everyone was buried in a suit. I told him that the family decides on burial clothes. For the record, I thought Bub looked great in jeans and an outdoorsy/hunting-style shirt.

The Dude and I also keep thinking of "one more thing" we will miss about Bub. Summers at the cabin won't be the same without him. Who will take us fishing? Who else knows all the good spots on West McDonald? Of course we will continue to fish on our own, but who will help me clean the fish we do catch? I'm no good at it - and a lot goes to waste. Bub was like my Uncle Ole - he could filet a fish in seconds, and not leave any of the good stuff behind.

From a personal point of view, I lament the passing of one more male elder in my life. The number of older, father-figures is really dwindling. Of course that happens as one approaches 50, but it doesn't make it any easier. As for women, I'm blessed to have my Mom, my mother-in-law, many aunts and other elders of the female persuasion. Long may they live!

Visiting Vergas gave us the chance to see the cabin and the farm in off-season - something I've never done in the almost 20 years I've been a part of the Crosson family. Down at the cabin, everything seemed smaller. Without leaves on the trees and underbrush, you could see farther - making everything look closer.

[Maria on the shore.]

After touring the closed up cabin and taking pictures around the cabin, we headed out - but not without stopping by the farm.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

That Darn Cat

I was up and out of the house early this morning for a 7:00 am Telepresence with folks in India. Rather than my usual eggs, I made something quick and easy to transport – one apple and ¾ of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Why ¾ you ask?

Roscoe got the other quarter when I turned my back for a moment.

Later: After 2 hours of meeting I discovered that breakfast was still being served in the cafeteria - sausage/egg/cheese bagel. Umm - that hit the spot - but 3 hours later it's still hitting the spot - and not in the most pleasant way.

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

Changing Seasons

[Yesterday's picture - a beautiful Halloween.]

My daughter is growing up before my eyes. It’s not just physical, though any time she wears shoes she’s as tall or taller than me. No, the growth I’m talking about seems linked to her getting a lead role in this Fall’s production of Urinetown: The Musical – as a freshman. She now spends a great deal of time with older kids – the kind that drive and have real boyfriends and girlfriends. There’s a lot going on. I’m not part of it.

Let’s call it maturity – with an edge.

I feel the distance when we are together in the same room. It doesn’t make me sad. It just feels more and more like two separate and distinct people – like me and some other adult.

As for the Dude, he and I went trick-or-treating with a friend yesterday. It was probably the last time out for me. If he goes next year, he can go on his own. He’ll be 12 years old and in 7th grade. Just remember to save some candy for Dad.