Showing posts from June, 2013

Little Down Time...Just the Way I Like It

I was off from work last week. Typically when I have to go back to the salt-mine after a vacation it's always just a little depressing but not so this time. I got so much accomplished during my time away that coming back to work will give me a chance to catch my breath or at least that's what I tell myself anyway. I had planned to go for an all-day ride on Friday but Thursday night I decided that my bike would have to remain on ice while I tended to more pressing matters that weren't going to magically get done on their own. After Antonio finished the retaining wall he built for our porch I decided it was time to finally get my hands dirty with our porch project . I'm so glad I made that decision and have all of that work behind me. I'll have to make a similar effort and more once the deck is completed but at least I've taken a big bite out of what's been waiting for me. I'll hit the roads hard for a couple of hours tomorrow before work and I won'

A Virtual Journey Awaits You

I got a text from Rachel last week: "You might find this exciting. Remember nate melhoff? He's walking from mn to San Francisco." She then gave me a link to Nate's blog that he'll be updating along the way: Seeing It Slowly. (Edit: the link is now gone.) I've often dreamt of doing a cross-country trip by bike but never on foot although there's certainly something about that which appeals to me as well. Nate's father is also an air traffic controller in Farmington where I work but I don't really know him. It's a big facility. I believe Rachel and Nate dated once in high school. I intend to walk the country along with him through his writings and invite you to do the same if you feel so inclined. It's quite a journey he's committed to taking on and I would guess that any words of encouragement you might have for him along the way would be welcome. Tammy was having internet connectivity issues last week while working from home caus

With Those Words She Owned Me

I got a Father's Day card in the mail a couple days ago addressed to Mr. Kevin Gilmore from none other than my stepdaughter. We like to keep things formal between us, often referring to one another with the 'step' (as in stepfather or stepdaughter) title. We're weird, we know that. I can also tell you that there isn't a stepdad on the planet who loves his stepdaughter more than I love mine! Actually, the only time I refer to her as my stepdaughter is when we're joking around. For me, the 'step' part seems to cast a negative connotation on our relationship. I don't like that. If anybody asks, she's my daughter and once you get me started talking about her it can be difficult to get me to stop. One quick 'Rachel' story. Early on in our relationship before Tammy and I were married, Tammy was putting Rachel to bed and saying her prayers with her. I had a place in their list of people to pray for and when they got to me on this night, Rach

Mr Kevin's Outside!

I had most of last week off from work but because of some rainy weather and a sciatic nerve flare-up, I was mostly kept sidelined. I suppose forced downtime is okay but I get restless when I have to sit still for too long. Mom's initial treatment for her detached and torn retina was unsuccessful so she had to go back and have another procedure done where they insert a gas bubble into the eye which works to keep the damaged retina in place while it heals. She was mostly awake for the 45-minute procedure. It's called  Pneumatic Retinopexy . I find it so incredible the things that people are able to do. She still has very limited vision in her damaged eye but hopefully that will improve over the next few weeks and months. I think she said it could take six months before she'll achieve her optimum vision. Tammy's mom is in town for another few days. We were able to bring her to see my mom and let them visit for a couple hours last Friday night. It's the first time

I'm Not Normal

We live in such an amazing world. Whenever I'm struggling with doubts about God or divine creation, all it takes for me to put those doubts aside are observances of life that surrounds us. Precious life, especially newborn life with such a variety of it and especially this time of year. I had an appointment last Friday morning. On the way home I happened upon a family of geese walking through a parking lot with the little goslings book-ended between their parents. It was sweet to watch although my heart went out to them because they were hardly in anything close to ideal surroundings for raising a family. An hour later I was back in my truck on Burnsville Parkway having just gotten off the freeway when I noticed a mother duck and her ducklings stymied by the curb . I put my flashers on and got out to do what I could for them. The mother hopped the curb at the sight of me with the little ones peeping wildly as they tried to follow but couldn't. I scooped them all up in one h