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Off to her senior year. It gets easier. on Flickr.
More photos from move-in day here.

Off to her senior year. It gets easier. on Flickr.

More photos from move-in day here.

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This week’s postcard from Dad is multimedia, a reflection from three years ago. Grant and I spent a few days at Lake Tahoe, then in Reno for the Hot August Nights car show. 

Good memories. I hope we can make the pilgrimage again.

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August 27, 2006 — My mother passed away peacefully shortly after 11:00 am PDT, after living a full life of 86 years. Although 8 years have gone by, I still miss our constant email traffic, keeping up with each other and dissecting the news of the world.

Earlier this year, a few folks who knew my mom shared their memories. Tomi’s comment about the gold tennis shoes — I can still see them — reminds me that my mom’s penchant for shoes lives on in Andrea.

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Postcard from Dad — Week #2. The perfect pairing: a warm, yet still pleasant, August afternoon and ice cream at Hayward’s, Nashua’s iconic ice cream stand.

Postcard from Dad — Week #2. The perfect pairing: a warm, yet still pleasant, August afternoon and ice cream at Hayward’s, Nashua’s iconic ice cream stand.

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Grant texted me this photo, proudly stating “Look what ya’ boy did today.”
He added “It was successful as far as I can tell. Haven’t tried on any of the washed clothes to see if I shrunk them or not, so let’s hope not.” 
Nice work, buddy!

Grant texted me this photo, proudly stating “Look what ya’ boy did today.”

He added “It was successful as far as I can tell. Haven’t tried on any of the washed clothes to see if I shrunk them or not, so let’s hope not.” 

Nice work, buddy!

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A new look

Since starting this blog on tumblr, I’ve kept the same theme or style. I’m not sure how many years it has been, but the look was feeling stale. Yesterday I found this fairly clean, minimalist theme — called Lightweight — and then flipped the switch today, after seeing if it had the same pleasing look two days in a row.

I love the typography. Maybe it will inspire me to post more.

P.S. Go to the bottom of the page and click on the Random link. As stated, it will randomly select an older post. Kinda fun to read, hear, or see something from the past, like this recording of Grant from middle school.

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Scenes from move-in day

18 years in the making, with much planning and anxiety this last year. Then, a couple hours for move in — almost too easy (see below) — and it’s time to say farewell.

The relation won’t change, but the relationship won’t be the same.

Wishing you success and happiness in college and life, Grant. May you always feel our steadfast love.

Here are a few scenes from move-in day. Thanks to Lori’s folks, we could use their home in Huntsville as a base camp, then drive to Auburn with all of Grant’s stuff fitting neatly in their Hyundai sedan. Moving Grant in, we saw one car pulling a U-Haul trailer; hard to imagine a trailer-full fitting in a dorm room.

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Grant left for college last week. As a way to stay connected, we agreed to exchange a photo a week. Here’s my first one, prompted by Grant’s text that he misses Strudel.
Hat tip to Don Himsel for the idea. He does the same with his son, who is also off at college.

Grant left for college last week. As a way to stay connected, we agreed to exchange a photo a week. Here’s my first one, prompted by Grant’s text that he misses Strudel.

Hat tip to Don Himsel for the idea. He does the same with his son, who is also off at college.

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A busy summer, this one, with predicted and unexpected transitions. Adding to the changes, I decided to grow a beard. This is my first significant growth of facial hair since my freshman year in college, when two of us with little hair competed to grow mustaches. Now my hair grows more readily on the face than the head.

Figuratively, the beard isn’t growing on me — sorry, I couldn’t resist. It’s just not part of my identity, perhaps because I’ve seen my bare skin in the mirror for so many years. So I don’t feel like keeping it.
Best I memorialize the experiment.

A busy summer, this one, with predicted and unexpected transitions. Adding to the changes, I decided to grow a beard. This is my first significant growth of facial hair since my freshman year in college, when two of us with little hair competed to grow mustaches. Now my hair grows more readily on the face than the head.

Figuratively, the beard isn’t growing on me — sorry, I couldn’t resist. It’s just not part of my identity, perhaps because I’ve seen my bare skin in the mirror for so many years. So I don’t feel like keeping it.

Best I memorialize the experiment.

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Just back from a week in Sevierville (TN) celebrating Lori’s folks’ 60th wedding anniversary. We had a great time visiting and honoring several family milestones this year.

With my camera in hand, I tried to be unobtrusive in capturing some of the casual scenes from the week. This video reflects what it took to pack up and meet the 10 am check-out deadline.