So far, no uprisings in Vernon this Easter 2016, although MinHee was in tears earlier in the afternoon, something related to Facebook and her boyfriend's 'Liking' a picture of another girl.
It's a beautiful Saturday. This morning, Jay, May and I went for a walk in the hills on a ranch near Vernon. On Tuesday next week I will lead the VOC Goose Lake Ramble on almost the same route, perhaps a bit easier; the average age of the group will be about twice that of Jay. I just realized that this is the year that I will be exactly twice Jay's age; he turned 35 in March and I will advance to 70 in June. As I don't know anyone who lived to be 140, I'm certainly not middle aged anymore and haven't been for some time. Sometimes I feel old, but not at the moment. Living with a young family works two ways, their youth is at times rejuvenating but at others exhausting. I have never known until now the complexities that come with being the parents of teenage girls. I was one myself and remember some of my woes but thankfully not many. When we got home from the walk around 12:30pm, the girls were still sleeping. At least I won't have to get up at some ungodly early hour on Easter Sunday to hide the eggs. I don't know when Christ rose from the dead, but I'm sure it was earlier than those two will rise from their bed tomorrow morning.
Some highlights of our walk:
Early signs of Spring
In the gnarly trees where the cattle hang out on hot summer days
You should see the thighs on this ostrich when it raises its wing.
They're about twice the size of the huge ham I have for Easter dinner.
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