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Dave's Bible Diary (July 18, 2005)
July 20, 2005:
* Please join me for a pleasant three-mile ramble along some shaded streets of the south side of Quincy. I suspect that some day I won't be able to get out and enjoy a summer morning, and these images may remind me of past blessings. Pop on over to the images page and click on "July Morning Walk."
July 7, 2005:
* The Pride of Baltimore model progresses at summertime pace. The aft cabin trunk assembly is the first deck detail to be finished. A photo was added to the images page.
June 29, 2005:
* As I cast my worm toward the shoreline rocks at the Lake of the Ozarks, enjoying the cool of early morning, I wonder why I don't get discouraged this time of year when I probably average no more than one bass-bite in an hour. I think it's not having a clue whether there is a fish within casting range, which makes a bite, when it comes, a total surprise. Is it a tiny fish or a monster fish?
* I categorize bass caught as dink, small, or large. A dink is less than 12 inches long, a small 12-16 inches, and a large over 16 inches. If it breaks my line or my rod, it's a monster, which happens a couple times a year. (One snapped my line this morning.)
* Dinks account for about a third of my catches, smalls one-half, large one-tenth. That's as good as this old man with a weak back (and weak head) can do, but it is enough to keep him going.
June 25, 2005:
* To be truly alive, I think one must be acutely aware of the inexorable but almost imperceptible change of the seasons. It's God talking to us through our environment. The summer solstice has crept by, the parade of frontal systems has slowed to a crawl, and there now can be no doubt that it is summer. Ain't it grand?
June 5, 2005:
* It's petunia time. The spring flowers have packed up their displays for another year, the trees are providing a dense, dark green canopy over my walking route, and we're getting our first taste of heat and humidity with a thunderstorm or two. It's summertime, and I love it. Air conditioning helps. I can remember the Kansas summers of my youth without air conditioning, and I doubt that I loved summer quite so much then.
May 20, 2005:
* Construction of the Pride of Baltimore is creeping along, as evidenced with a new progress photo on the images page.
April 29, 2005:
* We have lived in several states for varying lengths of time, and I notice that I "like" some states more than others. I have no idea why. I like Kansas but not Texas. Missouri but not Illinois. Early this week brother-in-law John Thorngren and I drove to central Iowa to inter the ashes of Lillian Thorngren in a family plot near Pilot Mound. The weather was rainy, cold, and windy, but I found it a magical trip. The rolling Iowa countryside is in the middle of spring planting; the colors are muted green and soft brown. The trees are half leafed out, their dark branches dusted with light green. Everything looks neat and clean, as the Iowa countryside always does. I like Iowa.
April 7, 2005:
* Major League baseball is finally underway, and the St. Louis Cardinals have won their first game and lost their first game of the new season. Happiness is sitting out on the deck overlooking the lake and listening to the game on the radio. I much prefer this to being captive to the television image of the game.
* Pope John Paul II will be buried with ceremony tomorrow. Everyone, regardless of faith (or lack thereof) seem to agree that Pope John's life impacted this weary world for good. R.I.P.
March 25, 2005:
* Good Friday. The living mystery of the torture, killing, and subsequent resurrection of a wandering Galilean Rabbi over 2000 years ago is still with us. For Christians, it ends the season of Lent and is a wonderful reminder that He indeed still lives.
March 7, 2005:
* My Pride Of Baltimore clipper now has her deck planked. Progress shot in the Pride album on the images page.
February 23, 2005:
* My private season of 'bummer' has finally ended, and 'summer' has begun, as attested by the opening of major league baseball spring training. I'm afraid that the bass at Lake of the Ozarks haven't gotten the word yet, but it won't be long before they do.
* Thanks to son Larry I am catching the blogging bug again. Go take a look at Rural Rambles.
January 26, 2005:
* My training in ship model craftsmanship continues. The planking of the lower hull of the Pride of Baltimore has been completed. A progress photo is in the Pride album on the images page, for those who might be interested.
January 1, 2005:
* It is time for my annual New Year's Message, which, if I come up with one, will be the first Annual New Year's Message. As usual, I find that I have nothing to say, so that is about what you will get.
* My 'New Year' really doesn't begin until bummer ends and summer begins on the opening day of baseball's spring training in late February. Maybe by that time I will think of some words to commit to posterity here, but probably not. In the meantime, I am hunkered down in semi-hibernation, enduring the indignities of cold weather on the aging human frame. I am, as Garrison Keillor once noted, 'building character.' Hmmph!
December 22, 2004:
* It's cold outside, but the dungeon shipyard is cozy. The first progress shot of The Pride Of Baltimore has been posted to the images page.
December 21, 2004:
* The magic moment has arrived! You will be amazed to know that tomorrow we will have two seconds more daylight. The altitude of the noontime sun will soon start increasing from its present 26.6 degrees. The sun's azimuth at sunrise and sunset will start crawling back toward more civilized East and West and more civilized hours than today's 7:23 a.m. and 4.43 p.m. The pitchers will report for spring training on February 18, less than two months off. Things are looking up.
December 11, 2004:
* With the winter solstice only a few days away, it's a typical dark, monochromatic winter afternoon here on the Ozark plateau. A brisk north wind is kicking up whitecaps on the lake outside my window and playing hob with my equanimity, but I know I can count on a subtle mental shift when the solstice is finally behind us. Instead of looking down into the abyss of shorter days with a wimpy sun that can't even get to 30 degrees over the horizon at high noon, I will look ahead to longer days, a warmer sun, baseball spring training, and the certainty of another summer on the way.
* If the sun breaks through and the temperature gets in the 50s as predicted, I'll unlimber the bass boat and see if I can stick another December bass. They are few and far between this time of year, but if I wake one up he just might bite. Your never know.
November 24, 2004:
* We awakened this morning to the first "real" snow of the season, just in time to plague Thanksgiving travelers, which reminds me of my college years when it seemed that we could always count on snowy traveling home for the holidays. Among other things we can be thankful, or at least most of us around here can, that travelling is no longer the risky adventure that it was not too many generations ago.
* The .snow also reminds me that the winter model ship-building season has arrived, so I am making sawdust again.
October 30, 2004:
* With the World Series debacle over (I'm still grieving), the glorious days of summer are naught but a memory, and the self-proclaimed season of "bummer" has begun.
* Election day is approaching, and I hope it doesn't prove to be a debacle as well. Neither candidate has ennobled himself with his campaign shenanigans, and I pray that the eventual winner will be able to rise above petty politics and govern well.
October 23, 2004:
* First Mate John Thorngren and I launched my radio-controlled Soling 1 Meter model sailing yacht yesterday, and what sinful fun it was! The photo evidence can be found here. I am now looking for volunteer skippers, preferrably under age 18, who have video game training and reflexes to show me how to really put the Soling through its paces.
* Speaking of sinful fun, it's World Series time, folks. My cup is full.
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