My Life As A Hobby

It’s just a small place on a big lake.   Only about 1,000 square feet - I guess you can call it a house, just  barely.   As a point of reference, the deck we added is a almost bigger than the home. The running joke is that people will come boating by and say, “Wow, look at the house on that deck.”  But it’s ours. For thirteen years we have built, rebuilt, and spent money on it. It’s been a labor of love.   We especially enjoy sharing it with friends and family like Skip and Tammy. They are two close friends who visit regularly.  Tammy actually grew up on this lake and has a great love for It.  So when she unexpectedly lost her Mom last week, I hugged her at the funeral home and whispered, “You know anytime you and Skip want the lake house to get away,  it's yours.” For those who don’t know, every recreational lake is really two lakes: the weekend lake and the weekday lake. The weekend lake  is loud, crowded, and boisterous.   On the other hand, the weekday lake is quie

Last week, I blogged about how my dog Reese pulled my pants, mooning my 8 year old granddaughter, Rilynne.  This weekend, I asked her to pen her account of the story, promising to post it if she did.  She kept her end of the deal,  and now I’m keeping mine. Here it is, unedited.  Let me know what you think.  And for goodness sakes, please like it - she’s sure to ask me that number!     The Funny Story It was a nice day.   And we were getting ready to go on a walk. .And if we said the word walk our dogs would go crazy.  And my granddaddy was getting the leashes ready and when he was on his way out of the bedroom and said the word and the dogs went crazy.  And a little bit too crazy.  So crazy that when my grandaddy got to the living room our dog Reese jumped on his back and pulled his pants and underwear down and it was really funny. And after she did that he said it is not the first time.  Oh my gosh he said it’s happened to Uncle Matt and that’s funny.  And a very simi

At my age, I will freely admit that I’m not as hip as I once was. Nowadays if anyone refers to me and hip in the same the sentence,  it’s my chiropractor.  Especially when it comes to technology. That’s because I’m a Granddaddy, and that’s the law. So when my 8 year old granddaughter, Rilynne, started asking about making a TikTok video,  it could be a Timex commercial for all I knew.  But I do know that when she stays with us, I give her a few chores. More like tasks, really. And today it involved helping me walk the dogs.  She’s a big help, because we have three pups: a Yorkie, and my two rescued strays, Reese and Roscoe. Walking these three canines with leashes makes me feel like I’m a puppeteer working a marionette.  Furthermore, when just I say the word “walk”, they explode in a series of excited yips, barks, spins, and jumps.  They get so out of control I can hardly hook them up.  And unfortunately for me, today Rilynne invoked the “W Word” as I was walking out the