John Cougar, John Deere, John 3:16
Sorry, but anytime I come in contact with a John Deere anything, I can’t help but think of the Keith Urban song. Anyhoo, the other day Dagny came over to earn some bucks by mowing our lawn. She was out of our sight, mowing the side yard, when suddenly we heard the mower stop. Bill went to check out the situation, and came back to tell me that a wheel had fallen off of the mower. A little bit later, I took this photo of Bill attempting to fix the lawn mower, teaching Dagny as he went. It made me smile. Perhaps if she doesn’t become a professional beekeeper, she can become a lawn mower mechanic…..
Feelings, Nothing More Than Feelings
The other day, to make up for being so inconsiderate as to take Kaiya for her birthday adventure without including Cole (such a cruel, cruel world), I took him to a wonderful park that’s not too far from our house. He was kind enough to allow me to include Kaiya (despite his having been left out of her and my adventure a few days earlier) and we all had a lot of fun…..
…..however, I had to laugh at something I overheard. There was someone whom I presume was a daddy with his little daughter who was maybe 5 years old. She was climbing on the rope ladder. As she climbed, Dad said, “Honey, now be careful and make good choices.” Those, I thought were words I would never have heard come from either my mom’s or my dad’s mouths, at least not when it came to playing on playground equipment. Parenting in the 21st Century.
History of Twang
I have been addicted to the Ken Burns’ PBS documentary about country music, cleverly called Country Music. In his characteristically detailed style, Burns tells the story of country music, starting back in the days of the depression when those people we now refer to as flyover Americans took music into their own hands and created what was originally referred to as hillbilly music. The history lesson goes on to apparently up to and including contemporary country music. I am up to the 1970s, which is when I really started getting interested in country music, though it was more country rock where I began taking baby steps. Actually, Bill has enjoyed the program as much as me, and I hear him humming along to a lot of the music.
And speaking of enjoying the music, I am happy that The Voice is back. I was a little nervous that the whole Blake Shelton/Gwen Stefani thing was going to get on my nerves, but so far it really hasn’t. Thus far none of the competitors have rocked my boat either. But it’s early in the season.