Number 2 is here! We named him Daniel Joseph Ellen. We thank God for blessing us with him. He is cute, sleeps a lot, and has really long toes and fingers. He’ll probably have a longer reach than I do on the guitar. Jacob is adjusting to the new way of life; being a big brother is important business you know. Beth is doing well. She has super powers of not being able to feel labor until a really late stage, which has now resulted in two exciting trips home from work to take her to the hospital for Jacob and now Daniel. We also just finished up re-roofing our house. Thanks Nick Hausam. I guess it’s bad timing to re-roof your house in August in the blazing sun in the same time-frame as having a baby, but it’s done. We’re currently in family visiting mode; Beth’s parents and one sister came last weekend. My sister and family came this weekend. Any my parents and brother are coming up next weekend. It’s great to see everyone. Amongst all this activity, I’ve been selling a bunch of gear that I don’t need, or that I want to change. I’m about 3/4ths finished with my new shock rack setup for my gear. It’s blue. I’m drooling over a couple guitars too, so I’m thinking about selling an amp and other things to see if I can come up with funds to cover it. Hopefully all this change can wrap up in the next few weeks, as we’ll be recording album and I’d like to use some of the new/improved stuff for it. Maybe I’ll post some pics once I’m done. That’s all for now…
“My sister Paula and I are still delighting in reliving Saturday evening!!! Thank you for bringing your concert to my home! It truly was a privilege to get to host such an enchanting occasion and I can’t wait to be at another — this one whet my appetite for MORE MORE MORE!!”
Thanks Anne!!
If you’re interested in attending one of these unique and intimate living-room concerts, we’ve got another one coming up: Saturday September 11, in Bloomington. Check the LIVE SHOWS (to the left) for more specific info, or visit the facebook event page.
-Heather
Here’s some useful information, for those of you who didn’t know this. While I did learn how to do it in Driver’s Ed as a High School Junior, I think I learned this for REAL today. Thanks to Anne Peterson, Darrel Hedman and my dad for helping me out!!!
WHAT YOU NEED:
- another car that isn’t dead
- jumper cables
- a mother-in-law to watch your boys while you are working under the hood
- a calm, un-rattled attitude (no crying)
WHAT TO DO:
1. Smile. Just do it. Smile some more. Smile the whole time you do this.
2. Shut off all power-sucking things in your dead car: dome-lights, head-lights, radio, and unplug whatever strange cable is plugged into the lighter.
3. Open the hoods of both vehicles, placing the powered one really close to the dead one. But don’t scratch your car or dent the other person’s bumper.
4. Attach the BLACK NEGATIVE cable to the (-) labeled bolt on the engine of the working car. Get a “good” connection. Meaning, make sure it’s in contact with the metal bolt.
5. Do the same thing in the dead car.
6. Attach the RED POSITIVE cable to the (+) labeled bolt on the working engine. Hold the other end’s rubber grips in your hand and don’t let the clamps touch anything. If you do you will get sparks.
7. Carefully attach the other end of the RED end to the (+) bolt on the dead car.
8. Turn on the working car and wait a minute. Rev the engine once or twice just a bit.
9. Turn on the dead car.
10. Take off the RED End from your car, then from the working car.
11. Take off the BLACK end from your car, then from the working car.
12. Thank the person that let you borrow their car and cables, and your mother-in-law for telling stories out of her head to the boys in the 90-degree heat.
13. Tell your son that he is not allowed to push buttons and turn on lights in your car. And that he’s going to have a talk with Daddy when he gets home.
14. Take a deep breath and chill out. Go to Copper River Coffee and get a really good shot of espresso or an extra-dry cappuccino and calm down. Or both. It’s really not that big of a deal.
We took a break from writing for lunch. Poor Brett.