The old boy sits in our front flower garden. This is his feast day, by the way. He was Liz's last birthday present. I ask him to pray for us as I pass the statue often.
I'm not sure I thought of it till now, but it was probably appropriate that I spent today in the woods, or a good chunk of it. I went to my parents' house. About two-thirds of their 7 acres or so is heavily wooded. Lots of big Oak trees, some Locusts, Pines, etc. Today our goal was to down a big dead Oak that had been standing back there for two or three years. That's the upper part of it there in the center on the right - pretty good sized tree.
So, my Dad, my son Conor and I headed up to the woods, surveyed the situation and I went to work like a lumberjack. I guess I've watched enough on TV to know how to notch the tree properly and cut the rest from the back with a chainsaw. Let me tell you, it was scary as crap. I had to stop a few times as I was cutting in and step back to take a breath. After all that, it fell just where we planned, with great force, and we drove home with a truck-load of wood for burning in our fireplace this Fall/Winter. I'm grateful for the free wood. I'm grateful no one was hurt. I'm grateful for my parents. I'm grateful for my children. I'm grateful for my wife. I'm grateful we still have a house to live in and food to eat.