Get together at Uncle Ef's house to share memories of Dad.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Simple Instructions
Stef's instructions to me late last night knowing she'd be leaving early for a volleyball tournament:
"The girls need a bath in the morning. When they get out, just blow dry their hair."
Oh, just that? Just blow dry their hair, eh? Did she forget what my head looks like? Ignore the fact that I haven't ever used a blow dryer. I haven't done anything with hair other than shave it for a decade. I'm about as familiar with a blow dryer and long hair as I am with stirrups and a horse. She might as well have told me to crochet a blanket for the baby after I was done.
"The girls need a bath in the morning. When they get out, just blow dry their hair."
Oh, just that? Just blow dry their hair, eh? Did she forget what my head looks like? Ignore the fact that I haven't ever used a blow dryer. I haven't done anything with hair other than shave it for a decade. I'm about as familiar with a blow dryer and long hair as I am with stirrups and a horse. She might as well have told me to crochet a blanket for the baby after I was done.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Little Jimmy and MoTab
Date night at the Conference Center. James Taylor was a favorite of ours when we were first married. We listened to his CDs on the drive from Utah to Memphis. So it was great to see him in person and in such a unique setting.
The tickets were for general admission seating. The lower level was nearly full when we got there, but an usher pointed that she had two seats in the middle of the middle section. What luck! After sitting we found out why the seats were still available: my seat mate to my right had gotten a little too friendly with the bottle before the show. He was knock your socks off drunk, which meant he was also a little too talkative. But it also meant he was asleep by the midway point.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Phew
The love playing at Discovery Museum at the Gateway Mall. They get to deliver mail, go shopping, play with water, dress up and act on a stage...and write comic strips. This was Afton's story from today.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Hypothetical
"Purely hypothetical...let's say you have a daughter that has a little
wet accident in bed one night. So you, totally hypothetically, get her
cleaned and in a new set of PJs, strip the bed down, cover the bed
again, and get her back to sleep. Then, if we might continue our
conjecture here, you take the wet sheets and blankets and wash and dry
them. When you get home from work the next day, your wife might say
something like, "We have a problem with the dryer." So in this situation,
the problem with the dryer would be that when you threw the sheets and
blankets in the wash, you also included the bed cover, and that plastic
bed cover might have just melted all over the dryer.
After the good laugh you'd have with your very caring and understanding
and forgiving spouse, how would you go about fixing said problem if you
found yourself knee high in this tomfoolery?"
Friday, May 31, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Fire!
"The fire alarm downstairs was beeping for a new battery (first time I
remember it happening while I was still awake). I changed the battery
then pushed the button to test. The alarms around the house gave two
beeps and one 'Fire!' warning. By the time I hushed them, put the cover
on, and got upstairs, Afton had Mya by the hand and was waiting out on
our driveway. Tremendous work by the 6 year old."
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Family Oscar Party
Alison was a great host for the annual Orgill Family Oscar Party. She had an area to dress up and have photos taken, red carpet style.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Monday, December 31, 2012
In Time
In Time
by Dennis R. Orgill
by Dennis R. Orgill
Briefest moments linger in the stream of time,
Though swiftly months and years may seem to pass.
With languid steps the days may slowly climb,
While ages flow by as through an hourglass.
Though swiftly months and years may seem to pass.
With languid steps the days may slowly climb,
While ages flow by as through an hourglass.
Timidly or boldly we stumble though our days,
The song seems nearly over ere we gain our voice.
With witless wonder we, in our naive ways,
Decide an endless future by rash impulsive choice.
We cannot guess the import of our simplest move,
Nor understand the where or why or how.
In trial, our best laid plans may fruitless prove,
Yet a chance encounter’s bounty breaks the bough.
Let us then rejoice each day in the day that’s ours,
And thank whatever providence bestows
The rain, the sun, and peace and love-- and flowers,
And for our cup which daily overflows.
The song seems nearly over ere we gain our voice.
With witless wonder we, in our naive ways,
Decide an endless future by rash impulsive choice.
We cannot guess the import of our simplest move,
Nor understand the where or why or how.
In trial, our best laid plans may fruitless prove,
Yet a chance encounter’s bounty breaks the bough.
Let us then rejoice each day in the day that’s ours,
And thank whatever providence bestows
The rain, the sun, and peace and love-- and flowers,
And for our cup which daily overflows.
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