The Adventures of Lorie and Brian Groth

While waiting for my flight at the Denver airport, a tornado warning was announced. The recorded message says to take shelter in stairwells and restrooms.

Outside is just gray though, but now me and a bunch of guys are standing around in the men’s room after a cop told us to get away from the windows.

Due to a pretty big storm hitting the Denver airport, my flight this evening was diverted so we could land, refuel, and proceed to Denver once it was safe to land there.

I’m now at the Colorado Springs airport waiting for my flight to get clearance to fly to Denver.

The photo I took was on the approach to Colorado Springs. One big cloud, rain below it, and a sunset behind it.

While walking Busby this morning, we came across this little dog sitting on the corner of our street. He was all alone and looked a bit frightened. So, I had Busby sit as I coaxed him over to me, which didn’t take much, since he was almost begging to be helped. I picked him up and walked the half-block to our front steps. Thankfully, the tag on his collar said Junior and had a phone number.

So, I called and asked if the person had a dog named Junior. He said yes, and I told him I had his dog. The owner didn’t even know his dog was missing and lost!

Busby, Junior and I sat on our front steps for a few minutes waiting for the owner to come get him. Junior was still frightened, but patiently sat next to us.  

Once his owner showed up (he lived close by), Junior got very excited and was clearly happy. He even started trying to play with Busby, although even standing on his hind legs only allowed him to reach Busby’s shoulders. It was interesting, and relieving, to see his personality go from timid and scared to happy and playful. 

Busby and I were at Ft. Funston today, which is a huge beach full of dogs, which is pretty much heaven if you’re a dog, or hell if you’re any other animal.

Busby is full of energy when we get there, as you can see here as he tears around a corner at full speed.

He must have been feeling extra bold today, since he even peed on the wall with the Dog Buddha.

Sometimes he stands around as if he owns the beach. But then he goes back to attempting to chase a ball (he’s not very good at it) and playing with numerous dogs.

Today he even got to play with a 7-month old Beauceron, which is the same breed that Milo and Ripley were. As you can see, Busby is just a little taller.

They finally got tired enough to relax for a photo.

And after all that play and a bath, this is what he looks like.

Do you see the younger kid with the weird look on his face? Have you seen a few dozen photos of Busby wondering why his photo is being taken? Yes, the kid on the right is me. My dog might take after me, or vice versa, I’m not sure. In the photo, I’m measuring a carrot, which looks to be about 11 inches long.

I just watched a documentary called Urban Fruit, which is about a few different urban farmers in Los Angeles. The photo here was taken in Federal Way, WA. While a small town in wet western Washington is nothing like a large city that’s always drought ridden, one similarity is the fact that kids most kids who don’t grow up on a farm don’t grow their own fruit and vegetables. Thankfully, my brother and I had the experience of a large garden when growing up so we got to help grow our own vegetables. 

Granted, I never saw a lemon tree until much later in life… in California. But now I want one!

As you might guess from the photo, my brother and I had help growing all of those carrots (thanks Mom & Dad). However, I remember measuring out the distance between rows when planting seeds, and the distance between the holes for the seeds in each row. I especially liked picking just a few seeds and dropping them in a hole (finger-length deep), and then covering the hole with dirt. It’s fun to watch a plant grow from a seed you put in the ground.

There were a few weird things though: I recall massive potatoes that were hollow in the middle (probably rotten), carrots that had spit ends, and maybe the thing that shocked me the most was seeing my dad rub the dirt from a potato and bite into it. I learned to do the same with a carrot, but a potato? I still think he’s a bit weird for eating a potato straight from the ground.

Anyway, if you live in a city, and/or if you have kids, please grow something that you’ll eat. They’ll like it. You’ll like it. Children make for cheap labor. Fresh corn and carrots were my favorite, but I now add beets, broccoli, and spinach to the list. In Seattle, Lorie and I loved the spinach we’d grow on our deck; and we’re now planning on our San Francisco garden.

Extra tip: A compost bin is more fun when you can use it in your garden versus having the city haul it away in a bin each week. 

Looking north at 8:15am with the San Jose airport in the background and the stadium where the Sharks play.

Tuesday night SF Giants game, since a friend from NY is in town.

This year at Lake Pickeral, Minnesota, we had a bit of wake boarding and knee boarding as always. But, I also had quite a bit of diving and swimming with the kids, which was a first for me. Now they know their uncle Brian a bit more and are shocked at how much older I am than they are. Lorie even gave the jet ski a try, which was a first too.

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