Plans, we all need Plans


This weekend my Sweety, Karen, the Princess, Alexa, and I went to Tonopah  to watch our oldest son Michael’s team play football. Growing up Mikey always planned to coach football, he truly loves the game for the games sake meaning that it isn’t about the “celebrity” players for him. I am not a sports fan in any way, shape or form but I enjoy watching a game with Mikey because he understands every little thing that is going on and loves to talk about it without pontificating.

Pyramid Lake High School hired Michael 2 years ago as a Social Studies Teacher/Head Football Coach. The first two seasons were rough, a big goose egg in the W column. He had told me he had a 5 year plan to build a program at a school that had never embraced football, him and his boys are in year 3 and things are starting to come together a little bit. The first season Mikey was a maniac on the field, throwing clip boards and stomping his hat. It was interesting sitting in the stands listening to the parents talk about that crazy white boys antics on the field, but they liked how respectful their sons were required to be. This year he finally found an assistant coach to be the drama queen and Mikey is growing into the Head Coach role, being the calm in the storm but always ready with the steady encouragement or the swift kick in the ass. I think he is finally getting it that if you scream all the time everyone gets used to it and just tunes you out. His boys are 2-0 this year, are they going to go undefeated? probably not, but they, Mikey included, have turned a corner because of the strong foundation that was forged in those tortuous first 2 seasons.Mikey was even calm enough to ask his niece, Alexa, to be water girl and put up with her antics the whole game.OK maybe not the whole game, Lexi did spend a little bit of time in the stands helping Karen pick on me. Karen has been encouraging Lexi to help her with the birds and loving the fact that they have found an interest they can share.Sometimes though I think Lexi is planning how she can use the birds in a Lady GaGa style dance performance. This post has been way off topic, could you guess that my main focus right now is how proud I am of my eldest son? He is developing into quite a man. Getting away and putting the mess in my little plot out of my mind for a bit was nice.

That doesn’t mean ideas aren’t swirling around, straw bale gardens popped in to the old noggin for a bit but luckily that idea slipped out my left ear during a highly unusual afternoon nap Sunday. The focus is going to be on refining the narrow raised beds between the rows of trees and raising the lower end of the orchard. Both of those projects are going to require fill so right now my labor efforts are zeroed in on compost manufacturing. This weekend Karen and I are going to Escondido to hang out with Arwen, Grady, and Tess. Tess is my newest niece and isn’t in this picture, I haven’t got to meet her yet and am very excited about that. While in Escondido Karen has promised to find me a couple more Mulberry trees and maybe some more Comfrey. Knowing Karen she wont be able to resist taking the kids to the feed store which means baby chicks! Woo-Hoo! Isn’t it great how plans are always being formulated, coming together, and coming to fruition?

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7 thoughts on “Plans, we all need Plans

  1. You should be proud of how your children develop and mature. Sounds like a wonderful young man! And yes, all these ideas do keep swirling around even when we’re sitting in the stands watching them! Good luck with that “farm.”

  2. artsifrtsy says:

    I love this – didn’t know he had a second win. How cool to get to go watch in Tonopah – were they playing the Muckers?

    • Max says:

      Yeah it was a good time. They weren’t playing the Tonopah Muckers and Mikey was glad, I guess they are an 8 man football powerhouse in NV! They played a team from Beaver Dam AZ which is right across the virgin river from Mesquite, Tonopah was halfway between.

  3. artblablablablog says:

    my plan changes as soon as it ferments. congratulations on what a decent human you have raised, not an easy feat.

    • Max says:

      Thanks for your kind words! When Karen & I were just starting out having kids we heard someone say that “Anyone can raise children but it takes real Parents to raise productive young adults” we plagiarized that as our mantra. It is disheartening to see so many 20, 30, and even 40 year old “children” walking around and we were determined not to contribute to the situation.

      • artblablablablog says:

        that should be all parents goal, ween those children out of childhood and into becoming responsible adults. This is why I have dogs. Children terrify me. I would want to meet my kid first. As an adult. 😉

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