Apologies to readers who missed the tongue-in-cheek in my recent Hole News feud with son-in-law Dale. It wasn’t our first public sparring. Years ago we tangled over the virtues of running—Dale ran marathons. The banter aired on the North Country Notebook, my five-minute weekday radio show WWJC Duluth ran for a decade.
The Hole News began as a family group email in December 2008 during Elsie’s last weeks. I wrote in the sleepless hours, a hole in each night, hence the name. How the group email morphed into today’s blog is a remarkable, continuing story. Facebook has added a bunch of readers.
Through the years all my kids and some grandkids found a place in the Hole News. Son Keith came on board as partner. His photos and insights brighten my bare verbiage. We write about every-day life—whatever strikes the fancy. No mission statement, no theme. Cancer surgery and living alone along with a string of health setbacks deepened my long review of life and faith. I concluded both are mysteries.
The review goes on. I hope to reach 100 to see how everything works out, but with this prayer: Lord, don’t let me outlive my brain.
Good news! Duck Lady Norma reports seven yellow puff-balls paddling about the pond under mama mallard’s watchful eye. We wonder how many will survive. An occasional bobcat scouts the pond; coyotes yip in the night; each day hungry carnivores fly overhead. How can anything eat little ducks! Well, I know some two-legged critters who eat dead chickens, turkeys, cows, pigs, and fish.
Life is good. I am wealthy, made rich by family and friends. My days revolve around 70 Woodland Garden’s staff and residents, and the lady in 313 who feeds the ducks and me.
Old Grandpa Lloyd