yard sports

Erin designed and sewed some unique corn hole bags for our friends’ co-ed baby shower (“BabyQ” instead of BBQ) yesterday. They were received well. I painted a set of boards to match. It was a fun & busy & long day full of friends and family and children running around playing.


Also since it was only 95° out, I decided to take my chainsaw out at 1300 to cut up a large branch that fell at my mother-in-law’s house. That was fun.



Moving forward. Baby steps.

Azaleas in my front yard. Azalea has always been one of my favorite words.

Easter-time was stressful, but that was only because I tried to do too much. We played a really really fun show at Mojo Main on Easter-eve (recorded our entire set), then I played a (freezing cold outdoor) sunrise service at 6am Sunday in addition to the regular service. Anyway. Music is fun.

We covered John Mark McMillan’s Death In His Grave, since it was Easter after all:

Erin played a really impressive solo set at the Chris White Gallery in Wilmington Saturday night. I recorded that entire show as well. ^_^

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. – 1 Corinthians 1:18 (NIV)


Today I visited a brand new 230kV substation that is halfway to completion. It was very shiny and full of sweaty Southern contractors. Three months ago the land there was just woods, and now it is fenced in with rocks over the grounding grid and is already partially energized. It is a very rare experience to see a substation be built from scratch. Most of the work that we do in Substation Engineering is just minor upgrades to our system (“the grid”), which consists of a few hundred old substations.

This trip was unique because two years ago I was driving the exact same Sussex County roads that we took to get to the substation on my way to and from the restaurant I used to work at. Back then, I was thinking I’d never have to get to work on those roads again. It’s interesting that things from your past always come back into your life. For me at least. Friends I made in middle school and high school are still some of the most important things in my life. People I met the first weekend of college and never thought I’d never see or talk to again are a few of my best friends here.

Life is always an adventure.

“I would never force beards on my children”

My roommates say the most ridiculous things sometimes. Yesterday we moved out. It was a sad end to an amazing year. I got to know them so well and loved living there.

It was quite a journey moving into my new apartment though, even though it is just upstairs from my previous one. The previous tenants didn’t move out until this morning, but I had to be out of my old room and into my new one before I could sleep because I had work this morning at 7am. So.. I was moving boxes of stuff until 2am. My room is so chaotic right now so I left and came to a stereotypical coffee shop to read and write and meet cute girls. And awkwardly talk to my oral surgeon or past professors if they come and talk to me. Anyway. Moving is not fun, and coffee is good. Even though I have to drink it frozen because of my mouth surgery.

I was paid to paint my girlfriend’s roommate’s old room. It was a long and tedious job because their paint had congealed into what felt like glue. It was hard to spread and use and I didn’t want to go waste the money she paid me on a new bucket of paint.

Anyway, I spent most of the time in a dark room with one light bulb, shirtless and alone. My father used to be a professional painter, and I was trying to remember and head his advice. He always told me the three L’s of painting: long strokes, light strokes, and ——. I couldn’t remember the last one. The best I came up with was left-handed strokes. I guess I should call and find out. I love painting though. Luckily I didn’t have to paint my old apartment at all. I just used some stain-removing spray primer on the quote wall and then my landlord (hah) painted.

My new room has lots of potential. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep tonight while it’s raining and a cooler temperature and then paint, build shelving, paint, move things, find a desk and a bed frame, and then eventually be comfortable by the end of the summer. Sleeping with my mattress on the floor next to the ac unit and a few thousand dollars of music equipment is good enough for now 🙂

PS – the previous tenant of my apartment kept a cat. I am severely allergic to cats. Especially their throwup and hair ground into my carpet. Bleah. Eghh.