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Son of Odin


I haven’t been posting as much as I should lately. One only has to read over the last few posts to understand, at least somewhat, what has been going on in my life. Anyway, I’ve decided to post about something I have a passion for and have been doing for over a decade now. Genealogy. I’m fascinated with family history. Especially the lines I can trace very, very far back into the distant past. My oldest son just recently received his results from one of those companies that does DNA heritage testing. Very interesting results. Some I didn’t expect and others that didn’t surprise me at all since they matched up well with what I had already found during my own research. But he got both his mom’s and my DNA, so I’d like to do one of those tests for myself but I don’t want to pay the money

Then There Was Silence

only silence

I’ve been thinking a lot about my aunt lately. The one I mentioned here. The one I watched die. She was a lifesaver for me during a period of my life in which I was getting into a lot of trouble. She took me to her farm and things rapidly got better for me. I wish I could talk with her now. I could use her advice right now. Out of all the people in my family… parents, sibling, uncles, aunts, grandparents… only she and my grandfather “got” me. Only they understood me. I could talk to them. I could tell them about things going on in my life without worry of getting a condescending lecture, judgmental looks, or simply walking out on me. When someone like that is no longer around when they’ve helped so much with their wisdom it truly leaves a void.
Then There Was Silence
I, along with

The Truth May Set You Free, But It Can Break Your Heart Too


I recently learned, in the most painful of ways, to be wary of recording devices such as a helmet camera that have been acting buggy. My helmet cam has for some time been turning on with movement, wasting both battery and space on memory. Other times, when I try to turn it on it won’t turn on. Recently I stopped by to visit some people who were very dear to me. I not only loved them but trusted them… something that does not come easily for me. When I arrived I removed all my riding gear, including the helmet with the camera just mentioned. When I set it down on a piece of furniture the camera evidently turned itself on again. I had even checked it to make sure it wasn’t on and I didn’t see the little blinking light that indicates it is recording. But it was. We talked

Religion, Death of a Loved One, and Unanswered Questions

No clear answers

I haven’t posted in a while because, well, I didn’t really have anything to say. That’s not entirely accurate in a way I suppose… I had a lot in my heart and on my mind but I didn’t, and still don’t, know how to translate it into words. My aunt recently died. I, along with other family members, was in the room with her when she took her last breath. I was in there when the nurse called for the lady who pronounced officially what we already knew. It was called at 4:25 pm, but her last breath was actually about three minutes before that. I’ve been walking around feeling numb since. Numb except for the pain. Sort of like a daze I suppose. Lots of memories flooding back and lots of questions.
Where Now?
I’ve studied two religions extensively for decades. Buddhism and Christianity. I was raised in a Christian home

Cherish Every Moment (before some asshole ruins them)


Sometimes life just slaps you right in the face and before you can even figure that out it kicks you in the teeth. Because of a doctor’s carelessness and negligence my aunt is on life support. The doctor is in serious trouble with the hospital but even worse trouble when my cousins slap him with a lawsuit filled with multiple complaints. But his life will go on. My aunt on the other hand, well, it’s not looking very promising. Then a few days ago another cousin was rushed to the ER with suspected meningitis. She went into septic shock and actually survived that with the help of some extremely talented and knowledgeable doctors and nurses. She is still in the hospital and doctors are still calling her “septic” but she is showing signs of improvement. Meningitis tests came back negative but the septicemia is/was serious enough by far.
Both of these

Sometimes Leaving Is A Must

Sometimes in life one reaches a point where it becomes absolutely necessary to move away and start all over again. Some people are lucky enough that they never reach this point, while others are not so fortunate. I find myself at that point right now, this very instant while I type this. I’ve known it was coming for some time and have even been advised by people I trust to take the leap and start afresh in recent years, but I always felt I could tough it out and that things would get better somehow. Well, things haven’t gotten better and today it couldn’t have been made any clearer to me that I must move on. The problem is that I don’t know how.
I know where I want to go, so that is at least one step I suppose. Getting there and finding a way to support myself and finding

Digital Photography


My youngest son is 14. Among his favorite ways to pass his free time is archery, walking/hiking, and photography. He doesn’t have a fancy, expensive camera. He uses his phone’s camera. He takes amazing photographs. Many of them are taken during his hikes. Mountains streams, hiking trails, the county road up from our house… anywhere or anything that captures his attention he photographs.
Here are a few of his photographs. In their full size they are breathtaking (at least I think they are), so I’m not sure how being transferred to the server you’re currently reading this blog post on will affect their quality. I hope he continues this hobby. I really enjoy his photography!

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Happy Father’s Day to My Dad

There’s so much my dad has done for me that there’s really no way I could ever really repay him. He’s the one who taught me about the great outdoors, how to hunt and fish, how to work on and fix my own vehicle(s) and so much more. My dad worked very hard in the blazing hot Texas summers building power lines to provide for us. If you’ve never built power lines in triple digit heat, there’s really no way to convey how hard he worked and how hot it gets. I worked on power line crews in different places and no matter where I went, people either knew my dad or knew of him. I always heard stories of how he was the best lineman they had ever known. I remember being told by people who had worked with my dad that, “if you are even half as good

Grandparent Wisdom

I often wonder if we’ve lost a lot of the wisdom our grandparents and great-grandparents had. I’m 50 now and I can think of several things I’ve seen change in my own lifetime. I remember when microwave ovens came out. I remember when computers were things in science fiction, certainly not in every home and office. My grandparents on my father’s side never owned a vehicle. They didn’t have a phone until I was almost a teenager and even then it was a party line. My dad and his brothers built them an indoor bathroom. All that may seem rather backward to us today but I can tell you that some of the best times in my life were there at my grandparents’ house. My grandmother could cook like no one else I’ve ever known. She made everything from scratch. No packaged mixes. They had and maintained the largest garden