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Episode 7 of A Man & His Pond
Though only 15% of the 40 of us that voted thought he’d do it – Keith did get fish in the pond on Saturday, March 28! He, Hannah and Julia went to buy them early Saturday morning.
The koi arrived home in water-filled bags, which Keith placed in the pond for temperature acclimation. Hannah and Julia were allowed to pick out their own fish. Bart: Keith has forbidden me to show “Tortuga Giganta” until he’s nestled in the landcaping (still to come.) So deep breaths!
Thanks, Hannah, for this up close and personal view of the butterfly koi.
He still has a’ways to go – but look where he was four years ago:
Just an outline in the scant topsoil and limestone…
And three and a half years ago -
This whole area is limestone – there’s a quarry about 2 mi. away. Keith is the only man I’ve ever known to actually wear out hammers. And he’s done this all by hand – solo – other than one afternoon’s help from a boy at church, and an afternoon spent with pond-lining friends.
So stayed tuned for Episode 8!
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Friends, Family Skeptical
San Antonio – Long acknowledged by friends and family as a newspaper junkie, a 52-year-old South Texas woman has confessed to being newsprint-free for nine days.
“I cancelled the San Antonio Express News last week,” said Becky Woodworth, former jounalism student and devotee of the AP Style Guide. “I have not rustled a sheaf, folded a stack or trashed a crumple in seven days.”
Friends and family remain skeptical. “We took a newspaper?” asked Rachel, 16, a Myspace blogger and sometimes YouTube vlogger. “I’ll miss the Sunday funnies,” acknowledged Lois, 14, a noted illustrator
“With the help of a 12-step program, I’ll make it,” said Woodworth. “It’s about 12 steps in any direction to a computer, and I can hit the news sites online.” .
It’s true. I cancelled the paper. Keith had urged me to cancel the left-leaning San Antonio Express News for years, but I’d resisted. One by one, my reasons crumbled. I saved money clipping the Sunday coupons….until I started buying so much as Costco. The kids needed a paper for homework….until they began searching their current events online. I knew so little about San Antonio landmarks, attractions, government, etc. ….until I acknowledged I basically ran in a grid from home-church-schools-work-Costco-HEB anyway, with any deviation requiring military planning far exceeding the capacity of print Mostly – I loved reading the paper on the bus ride downtown…until the carrier couldn’t seem to deliver it before we had to leave for work.
Newspaper clippings are included in most family histories. Keith and I were surprised by our engagement mention in a gossip column.
I read newspapers – multiple newspapers – for decades. As a teenager and young adult, I always asked friends going out of town to bring me a paper from their destination. I paid for my mom’s newspaper for many years, continuously “surprising” her with cards stuffed with banner lines (one banner line per month of renewal.) When I worked in Southwestern Bell External Affairs, I devoured both Houston papers cover-to-cover by 9 a.m. every workday as part of my job, carefully clipping any telecom references. I’ve delighted in the stray discovery of an article of interest to a friend, and startled at a familiar face staring from an obituary.
I perused the Houston Chronicle for our 1992 “Three Wise Woodworths” Christmas card photo.
I’ll miss the newspaper. The kids think that’s as crazy as the watch I wear (instead of reaching for my cell phone.) Or how I sometimes listen to a CD in the kitchen instead of plugging in my Zen. Or that I might rent a movie instead of downloading. Or – horrors – that I’ve been known to hand-write a note or place a call instead of dashing off a text.
“Honey! They published my letter to ‘Dear Abby!’”
One thing about a keyboard, though.
There’s no messy ink to wash off your hands.
Grab Some Popcorn
Both have cameras.
Be warned.
They made a strange little film about Dairy Queen that I declined to post, instead hoping for Cannes to discover it. Then tonight – this two-minute marvel about McDonalds in Wal-mart.
I swear – we really do eat meals at home.
Really.
Happy Easter!
As early as it’s been in nearly a century…it’s still Easter! Easter is my favorite holiday. Christmas sure doesn’t mean anything without it.
Before our Good Friday service. Julia sat in Rachel’s lap most of the half-hour, with Rachel quietly whispering to her. Julia was very interested in her (baptized) fellow first graders who were taking communion. “They have Jesus in their hearts?”
Today’s egg hunt at church. This is Hannah’s last year (6th grade) to hunt eggs/play games (sniff). Ever try passing eggs with your elbows? Tougher than it looks, she assured me.
Julia yelled as she flew by, “Mom, I need a bigger basket!” We have candy’a'plenty on our counter. And wrappers in my van.
Rachel supervised the pre-teens. Lois and her goofy friend Sam got in the egg-tossing game at the end. That’s Hannah’s pink polo and braid in the foreground. The yoke was on Rachel, after Lois….ummm…came out of her shell!
Happy Easter!
Becky Bunny
