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Entries in Jobe (52)

Saturday
May112013

Jobe wakes up

His eyes came open a little bit. He lifted

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Monday
Apr222013

The joys of breakup

At lower latitudes, most folks might call this "spring thaw" or something like

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Sunday
Apr212013

Breakfast with ruffians - he wore red cowboy boots

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I haven't posted a long picture story for a long time. I will do so now. I begin with the

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Sunday
Apr142013

As his brothers eat pizza, Jobe dines on a section of railroad track, speaks of devastating fire

I took quite a few photos of these boys over the weekend and some of them are pretty good, too, so I had planned to run several and to tell the whole story of my weekend with my grandsons. But, I am too lazy. This one was right near the end. When you are too lazy to edit a whole weekend's worth of grandson shooting and then write it up, it is always easy just to grab one picture from right near the end of the take - especially if that one is of two of your grandsons eating pizza in their mother's arms just before she and their dad take them home, while the third chomps on a section of plastic railroad track.

"This is our house!" Jobe told his mother before they left.

"What about The Blue House?" his mother asked. Even though it is white with turquoise trim, "The Blue House" is what they call their own house. I think Kalib gave it that name.

"The Blue House is broken," Jobe responded. "It burned down. We won't see it again!"

Just before they left, I told them to call when they got home and let us know their house was ok. They called. It was.

I was glad. I had been just a little bit worried Jobe might be clairvoyant.

Friday
Apr122013

Three boys appear in the back seat; they watch a train charge about my office

Plus, for months now, the boys, Kalib in particular, have been coming into my office and begging me

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