John Wells and the Field Lab

Another interesting Kirsten Dirksen video.

This time it’s a profile of John Wells out on his homestead in West Texas.

If you haven’t checked out John Wells before, take a look at his website here….

Watching this, I wonder if maybe it wouldn’t be a matter of copying something like this, but, instead, adopting some of the attitudes and applying it to your own situation.

You can’t live someone else’s utopia.

You have to go your own way.

Do check out his website/blog….good stuff.

puppy in the laundry room, Nate on the couch


The puppy is out in the laundry room, crying.

Nate’s on the couch, hot as a griddle and throwing up.

Crazy morning.

We went and got the puppy last night, gave him a bath in a tin tub out in the yard, and after a couple of changes of water, he was pretty intensely fluffy.

Now, he’s downstairs crying.


We discovered that he was a good climber when my daughter woke up in the middle of the night and had to go get him out in the front yard.

He’d climbed up on the garbage can and jumped out the window.

Shapes of things to come.

He eats like a pig, too….grunts.

The dog can chow down.


Last day of kindergarten for Nate….big ice cream social.

It was supposed to be a “fun day”, but I think that he’s too sick to make it.

I think that Jenny was up most of the night with Nate and probably with the puppy, too….so I’ll bet that she’s pretty exhausted.

I hope things settle down before the long weekend kicks in…but it’s good to have a weekend to regroup.

That little (for a moment) puppy is pretty darn cute, though.

I hope Nate feels better soon.


Thinking about this song driving around yesterday. It’s funny the stuff that sticks in your head. I had this album when I was probably 15 or 16…..and remember feeling pretty high-tech when I transferred it to 8-track at a neighbor’s house.

Good stuff.

“Ambrosia” Carole King…..from the “Thoroughbred” album… circa 1976


I don’t know how we ever got to the point where we considered ourselves at the top of the food chain.

We went to the Asian buffet the other night, and from the wide variety of food that I ate, I’d have to conclude that I must be at the top of the food chain, though.

How else could I explain all the different animals and vegetables that I was eating?

How do you explain that?

Sparrow woke us up pretty early and one of the things that Jenny and I were talking about was the food chain.

I said that it was weird that we were always surprised that something could eat us.

Jenny said that it must come as quite a surprise when something was eating us.

The outrage would be kind of short lived, though.

“THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!” we’d scream….as we went down some foreign gullet.

We’d probably scream it before we went down the gullet, actually.

Maybe that’s the beauty of always working on our thought process….we can tell ourselves things that make us feel better about our place in the world.

That’s what it takes to feel good about things, sometimes…telling ourselves that we’re the ones in control….telling ourselves that we’re the ones with all the power.

This is a pretty insanely wild video.

I wouldn’t recommend doing this without a whole lot of experience.

He should put some kind of disclaimer on the video.

Sometimes “thinking you’re in control” doesn’t really mean much when the hard facts are swatting you with massive clawed paws.

puppies and a movie

We went to look at some Great Pyrenees puppies tonight….and now we have to pick one out of the  4 adorable fur balls we met.

Of course, a big puppy that is 12 weeks old is going to be an even bigger dog when it’s older.

So….we’re going to have a big dog in our future….in our future.

That’s pretty exciting.

I’ll write more about that when the deal goes down.

Here’s the trailer for a movie I’m excited about seeing that’s coming out soon.

It can’t be as good as getting a new puppy after a long dogless spell, though.

Black Weirdo

001We bought some string cheese at Grocery Outlet that featured the Avengers.

It was some pretty good cheese, for sure.

Sparrow brought some up for breakfast this morning….and when she showed it to me, I saw that she’d brought up the one that had a picture of Scarlett Johansson on it.

She told me that it was the “Black Weirdo”.

That’s pretty funny!

The Black Weirdo!

Now I just wish that I had a picture of that cheese….but Sparrow ate it all up.

Tasty Black Weirdo.

(floating) move on your own

We went to the Chattanooga Aquarium over the weekend and had a great time.

It was my daughter’s 21st birthday trip.

She chose a trip that was “little kid friendly”.

Pretty darn sweet.

Here’s a picture of Zoe in the jellyfish part of the aquarium.

P1080722That was my favorite part of the aquarium….those jellyfish.

They were so beautiful, making their way gently through the water, backlit in a peaceful and dark room.

When we left the aquarium, there was a young woman wishing everybody a nice day at the exit, and when she asked us if we’d had a nice time, I mentioned how much I’d enjoyed seeing the jellyfish.

“That’s my favorite part, too.” she said. “Did you know that they can’t move on their own? Every movement is just them responding to the currents of the water! They don’t actually swim.”

I told her that I didn’t know that….but, secretly, even as I was talking to her,  I was anxious to “google” it when I got home.

Man, those jellyfish can too move on their own.

I’ve seen it in a dark aquarium room….hundreds of them, swimming around.

Wait….here’s an article that says they can’t swim (because they don’t have flippers or fins), but that they can move around by propelling water out of their bodies.

Most of the time, they just get carried around by the wind (when they’re on the surface of the water) or the ocean currents, though.

Freaking internet. Too many facts.

The article was from a website called “jellyfish facts”.

Who knew that there’d be a website called “jellyfish facts”? I didn’t see that one coming.

Zoe turned 21 on this trip.

She’s no jellyfish….but she’s beautiful.

She doesn’t move around by shooting water out of her body….and she doesn’t have flippers or fins, either, but she can still swim if she wants to.

Here’s what I was thinking when I was hoping to completely disprove that jellyfish don’t move on their own, and, you have to remember that most of this is happening before 6 in the morning, and before the caffeine has really kicked in.

What I was thinking was that “those jellyfish do too move on their own!!”

How’s that for eloquence?

Nah….what I was thinking was this: When you have a child and the child grows up, maybe just as some kind of ego trip or something close to it, you think that everything the child does springs from your circle of influence.

“They don’t swim” you think.

Maybe it’s something you heard someone else say….somewhere…sometime.

They’re set up by your efforts, and carried by your current.

What they do is only because of who you are.

(Of course, that’s hypothetical and pre-caffeine rush, so it doesn’t fully apply to me or my thought processes, but you get the idea.)

Anyway….that theory that a child is only a projection of myself and only moving in some current I provide is a bunch of BS.

My child swims.

My child moves on her own….whether she’s swimming with or against “my current”.

Luckily, for me, Zoe moves with the current.

She’s good at “flow”.

The world is a big place, and my “little girl” is moving through it. She’s a part of our family forever…but she “swims” on her own….possibly even independent of me or my influence.

She doesn’t need my “current” to make her way through the world.

That’s something that I didn’t have to “google” to figure out.

I hope that she had a good birthday.



Hey!!! Where’s my cook to order breakfast?

At the Embassy Suites, a man will cook an omelet to order for you and you can eat all you want.

All you want.

There’s a pool there.

You can stay in this schoolbus, though… the link… …currently 65.00 a night.

That’s a lot cheaper than Embassy Suites…..but you’d have to go to town for some bacon.



another fear


Here’s another fear.

You go away on vacation, and when you come back you discover that your house is featured on YouTube with the caption “creepy abandoned house-den of squalor”.


That would really stink.

For one thing, nobody should be coming into my house when I’m not around if I didn’t invite them.

For two thing, nobody should film my house if I didn’t invite them to film my house.


That would be pretty wacky if you did need to worry about this kind of stuff.

Here’s another wacky video about an abandoned place.

You don’t have to watch it all. That would take a lot of time.

It’s a Norwegian abandoned house this time.

I didn’t know that Norwegians did that.

(That’s probably profiling to say something like that, though.)

blown off the floor

explosing toilet

We’re having some issues with our septic system.

I had the tank pumped, so it bought us some time, but this can’t go on forever.

Last night I had a dream that Nate was calling to me from the bathroom, and when I went in to see what all the fuss was about, he was sitting on the toilet, askew, at an angle, the black hole leading down into the stinky darkness exposed.

He was laughing.

“It blew off!!”

I was mad in my dream.

I yelled a little.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!!” I said.

“I was sitting here….and when I flushed, it all came apart” he told me.

Now, I know that the pressure wouldn’t be so great that the toilet would be ripped off its bolts and released from the floor.

That’s impossible. It would be horribly dangerous to use the toilet if it could blow up like that.

I remember that I felt like I needed to jump out of bed and check things, just to make sure that the toilet was still attached to the floor.

Then, I realized that it was a dream and I went back to sleep.

Of course, when I got up this morning, everything that I could see was copaceptic…, copaseptic….errrrrrrrr, copacetic.

Of course, when I got up this morning, everything that I could see was copaceptic, er, copaseptic, errrrrrrrr, copacetic.

(Jenny told me that “…….” wasn’t right, that I should use commas instead, so      I’m trying. Old habits die hard. I miss my dots.)

That toilet was still rooted to the floor of the bathroom.

It’s funny that the first reaction I have when something weird happens is to question the child closest to the event, though.

That’s not right.