Paul Lamble

Of course you’ve all read Melville’s novel Redburn, so you’ll remember that near the end of the sea voyage, the sailors have used up all of their chewing tobacco and are digging about the ship looking for any scrap of the stuff they can find to feed the need. They eventually turn up some moldy twist of tobacco under someone’s bunk, and there is much rejoicing.

So it was one day last week when my new five-pound bag of Allegro Tropic Isle Tea arrived. I was nearly out of my supply, and I feared I would have to dig about the grocery store for some wholly inadequate substitute.

But fear no more! I have enough tea now to carry me through another two years of regular use. There is much rejoicing.

Here is someone you know cutting down a tree. I’ll probably go back there in the winter when the leaves (and bugs) are gone to clean up the leftovers.

I had made the mistake of holding my camera sideways when I shot this video, and the video came out sideways. Fortunately, Rachel came to the rescue and with some programming magic, rotated it properly.

Enjoy.

Mom and I voted in the Kansas primary today, helping select the candidates that will be un in the big election in November.

I know it’s tiresome for me to keep saying that I remember these people as little babies, but now this one is a bona fide teenager. Still, I’m sure he knows who is favorite uncle is.

This is Nicholas, my newest nephew. The hospital where he was born on July 25 just posted his photo today. I’m sure you agree with me that he is adorable. Notice how he parts his hair. And check out that bib. I think they should get a second dog at their house. (I wonder what Einstein, the current dog, thinks of all of this.)

You can see more photos of Nicholas at this link, though since he’s just a baby, there’s not a lot of action to them.

I’ve received a confirmed report from east central Missouri that I have a new nephew named Nicholas, who was born today at about 11:30.

More details and perhaps a picture to come.

Update: His name is Nicholas John Lamble, and he was born at 12:06. He weighs 6 pounds and 14 ounces and is 19 inches long.

Mother and baby (and dad and big brother) are all fine.

Here is a common state of existence for my new red truck. (New! It’s more than two months old now, but I still haven’t put 2,000 miles on it.)

When I took this photo, we had stopped by the pond down at Roundrock to do whatever it is we do out there (I think it was to set out the game camera at the usual baited station.) It would have been nice to capture the reflection of the truck in the surface of the pond, but too much scrubby growth prevented that. Now the pond is covered with bright green duck weed and is not reflecting anything. The field behind the truck has filled with corn that is taller than Travis, even.

I didn’t get down to the woods this weekend, but I’m looking hopefully toward next weekend.

If you’re still undecided about the upcoming election, have a look at the video below. It should clear things up for you.