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.


My father called my girlfriend hot and gave her a glass of red wine (she’s underage) in the same day. Weird how much parents change when 2/3 of their children move out. Yay for beaches.