30 November 2006
The Iceman is here
The thing I hate most about rain, sleet, freezing rain and snow is that it simply kills the miles per gallon in my little Honda Insight. I commute 130 miles round-trip to work each day so in 2001 I bought a Honda Insight. It's not the most comfortable car in the work, it only seats two, and the road noise is extremely noticable. But I have a lifetime average of 58 MPG. On modestly temperate days I get in the low 70's for MPG travelling to and from work. Granted, I figured out last year that if I drove 55-60 MPH, I could get that great mileage. I read at InsightCentral.net that some people get in the upper 70's - lower 80's by travelling at 45 MPH. I just can't see that the extra 5 - 6 MPG is worth the extra time it would take to get home after work. As it is, if I travel 55-60 MPH, I get in the lower 70's and upper 60's. If I travel 70-75 MPH, the MPG drops to the upper 50's. That is significant enough to take the exra time.
Where was I? Oh yeah, the inclement weather plays heck with my MPG. Yesterday morning I did 68 coming into work. When I got home the MPG was down to 51. That was average for the whole day, which means I probably got around 40 MPG on the trip home. But it still beats the 18 MPG I was getting in the Grand Cherokee I had before I bought the Insight. Sadly, I read that Honda will cease production of the Insight after the 2007 model year. This is sad because my little car now has 160K miles on it and unless there is another extremely high MPG vehicle like the Insight, I don't see that it is worth the money to buy another hybrid vehicle since most get in the mid 40's for MPG which I could get with a diesel rabbit. Heck I could get mid 30's with a diesel Dodge Ram truck.
29 November 2006
What is so special about Charlie Brown?
I had been looking forward to seeing it this season, as I do every season. Of all of the Christmas specials, this one is my favorite. I hadn't thought of why that was until the receptionist at work yesterday asked me why. That started me thinking.
What struck me was that for starters the show is pre-PC, and also that it rails against the commercialization of Christmas and tries to get to the meaning of Christmas. After watching it last night, it seems to me that Charlie Brown didn't really understand Christmas, but he knew - instictively maybe - that it was more than presents and lights and pink aluminum Christmas trees.
In a fit of frustration as he tries to direct the Christmas play at the school, he shouts out if anyone can tell him what Christmas is. In response Linus (who I always think will be a minister when he grows up) says:
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
Although the show is billed as being about a boy who searches for the meaning of Christmas, I don't really believe that is what it is about. Everyone, I don't care who you are or what faith you subscribe too, knows the "meaning of Christmas." It signifies the day that Jesus was born. What I think Charlie is really looking for, and eventually finds, is the heart of Christmas. The things that people do to try and live up to the last line in Linus' speech, "...and on earth peace, good will toward men."
27 November 2006
My Christmas List
21 November 2006
The turkey cometh
Not that I'm complaining (much) but it does make it hard for the kids when they see and hear all the Christmas paraphenalia and must still abide by my extremely strict and no exceptions policy of absolutely no Christmas decorations, music or talk except between Friday after Thanksgiving and 6 January (Epiphany...or Three Kings Day... or the 12th day of Christmas - however you want to call it). After 6 January, not a peep until the next day after Thanksgiving.
It is usually my duty to carve the Turkey at Thanksgiving since I have moved back to Topeka. My younger brother had to get used to it because it was his job while I lived away. I think he thinks he lost some status when I returned (which, of course, he did - plus I'm a better Turkey carver drunk than he ever will be sober). After my grandmother died, my mother gave me her set of carving knife, fork and sharpener stick thingy. Now its become a tradition almost that at any family gathering, that is what is used to cut the meat (whatever kind of meat that is).
Even though we are going to my brother's house for dinner this year (as with every year), and he fries up a turkey every year which is very good and all that, but we bought our own turkey anyway. We'll probably pop it in the oven and cook it all day Friday while we put up our Christmas decorations. The problem with turkey from the frier is that you don't get that good "in the bird" stuffing that you get when you cook one the proper way.
17 November 2006
LOST Withdrawls
What are we going to do without our LOST? I feel so...so....so LOST without it. I mean, who is the one-eyed guy? Why didn't no one notice all those monitors in the other hatch before? Where are all those kids the "others" took? What about Michael and Walt? Are they really gone? Why didn't the EMP disable the boat they were taking? Will Kate get away? Will Ben die? Will Jack Bauer parachute in and save everybody with just three bullets and his bare hands?
13 November 2006
The Road To Confirmation
So Niko asked for his birthday for money to pay for driving school. Driving shool costs about $300.00, and he got it. Family and friends can be generous if they know there is a purpose for the money requested.
Now in addition to driving, he is preparing for Confirmation in the Catholic Church. Part of his requirements is to attend Mass each and every weekend. He doesn't mind that, but I have to admit that in the past year or so we (his parents) have gotten a little lazy about getting to Mass, despite the fact that our parish has two churches and holds Massa bout 15 times a weekend. There is no excuse other than complacency. However, that will change now, at least for me, as I make sure he gets to Mass every weekend.
Another thing he has to do is obtain a sponsor. We don't know many people in Topeka, so finding a sponsor is going to be a bit tough for him. All this brought back memories of my time going through confirmation. I was attending the Holy Cross Abbey school in Canon City, Colorado at the time. I converted there, I'm not a cradle Catholic and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Some people seem to think if you're not a cradle Catholic, then you are somehow less a Catholic, but I can't see that. Someone not born here in America, but is an American citizen is not, in my view, any less an American than someone who has that title by birthright. But I digress.
My son's confirmation retreat will be a one day affair in the church basement. My confirmation retreat was a three day trip to Taos, New Mexico. In addition to all that religious soul searching stuff, we took a day and went skiing at Taos ski resort. I don't think my kid's retreat will be quite that nice, and certainly won't be in such a great setting as a lodge in the mountains of New Mexico.
10 November 2006
Little Things
It's the little things that seem to make all the difference in the world. My eight year old daughter Sunday night came sneaking down the steps about a half hour after she was sent to bed for the night. She complained that a branch scratching her window was keeping her from sleeping. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was also a little scared of the sound it was making. I told her go climb into my bed and sleep there and when I came up to bed, I would take her back to her own bed.
As I was getting ready for bed, the lump under the covers reminded me that she was in my bed. I scooped her up, and carried her down the dimly lit hallway to her own bed. As I was carrying her, she woke up. Not fully awake, but enough to realize what was going on. "I'm taking you to bed" I whispered, barely audible. She looked up at me a smiled. Not a weak smile, but one that seemed to light up the whole hallway. The look on her face was loud and clear. It's one that I will remember and cherish the rest of my life. Her expression said simply "There's no better or safer place to be than in daddy's strong arms."
02 November 2006
All Hallow's Eve
We closed up shop just after eight because the kids coming then were too old to be trick or treating (in my opinion anyway), they had little to no costume. These are the ones that go out just to get free candy, and maybe to scout if any one had some nice stuff in their yard worth jacking. So we sat in the cold for about 2 hours and got rid of just over half our candy. The neighborhood was the darkest I'd seen it since moving in about 5 years ago. Families move out, many to less maintenance intensive homes since owning a 100 year old house is quite a chore and something is always needing done. Those that move in seem to be younger couples without any kids who'd rather turn off their porch light and watch monster movies on the TV, at least that's what I imagine seeing the tell-tale blue flickering light of the box leaking out their living room windows, I mean, what else are you going to watch on Halloween besides horror flicks? Somehow re-runs of 'Will & Grace' just don't seem to fit the bill....although, thinking about it, maybe they do.