I tried to remember the words of a song that is probably over 100 years old in my last blog but my memory was failing me (again). It was about Grasshopper No.1’s adoption of Katie. I think the real song goes “Ka ka ka Katie, beautiful Katie, you are the only one that I adore. When the moon shines over the cow shed, she will be pi-pi-pi piddling on the kitchen floor”.
KGM is the acronym for a new running club in Madison. The first letter stands for the first name of Grasshopper No.2 and GM is for Grant and Mitchell. They are pooling their resources and entering the Crazy Legs Run later in April. I believe it is 5K endeavor. If they win with the fastest times, they will be heaped with praise and prizes (I think the prizes are a trophy and T-shirts). Actually if they all finish the race, they will be my heros. When is the last time you ran 5K. Go KMG.
Here are some clues that winter is ending. I took my snow tires off the Beemer (and it now goes faster for some reason), I installed a new propane tank on my grill so we can “fry-out”, the snow mountain that Grasshopper No.3 created in my backyard is almost gone and I pulled out my “spring jacket”.
I am watching the “hanging chad” argument over the State election process for State Supreme Court. Very interesting. Doesn’t it seem we are experiencing more close elections?
Grasshopper No.4 is contemplating going back to school. Life is a continual learning process and the more you learn the more you grow. The more you grow the better you feel. So pursue you dreams it’s a fulfilling deal (I had trouble with the rhyme for feel). Go PJ.
Speaking of learning process, Grand-daughter Keely graduates in May with an under-graduate degree in business. When she is rich and famous, I hope she remembers her lowly family members (with money). Go KA.
More Masters mystique today. Will Tiger win? Is he over his divorce trauma? Is Tiger getting too old? Has Tiger lost his competitive edge? What a bunch of bullsh–. What would Spring be without announcers whispering in reverence at the Masters.
Enjoy the warm temperatures.
Love,
Dad