Thursday, May 10, 2007
Flooded basement woes
I wish that our water related adventure this week was as much fun as the fishing trip with the kids, but it just wasn't so. I woke up Monday morning and headed off to work only to find that the carpet in our basement was awfully squishy as I walked to my studio space to get my computer. Apparently, Sunday night the foundation of our house couldn't keep out all of the rain and let it seep through the up through the floor, which effectively ruined the carpet and laminate floor that Jenni and I installed less than a year ago. So Jenni, myself, and Dave (thanks Dave) spent all day Monday packing up all of our stuff that was stored in the basement, disconnecting my studio equipment and tearing (tearfully) out our like-new floors. It was a sad day in the Rinehart house, but so far we consider ourselves lucky that it didn't ruin the walls, my electronics, or anything else like it did for so many other people we know. Still it was a pretty gut wrenching day.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Gone Fishin'
The family went fishing last night and it was a good time. We went with Jenni's parents Dave and Debbie. Most of
the evening we caught these big bluegill, but the excitement started when Jonathon reeled in his first solo fish. It all started when Kayla and Grandpa Dave caught one of the many bluegill out of this little farm pond, while Dave was putting Kayla's fish on the stringer Jonathon shouts, "I got a fish, Grandpa." Jenni and I were across the pond and noticed that his bobber had disappeared under the water and encouraged Jonathon to reel it in. His answer to that was a prompt, "I'm trying!" and he was. His little arms were winding the reel as hard as he could and he wasn't making much progress. I shouted over to Dave that he might want to help, but he let Jonathon do it and we kept encouraging Jonathon to "stand up" and "pick the tip up" and he answered with "I can't" and "I'm trying". Well finally, Dave looks up at us and shouts, "You should see this fish!" And soon after that, we did and it was huge, Jonathon had hooked a large mouth bass that many folks would be proud of and he pulled it in all by himself.
We caught a good mess of fish, most of those coming from Jenni and Jonathon. I'm sure this is the first of many fish stories this summer.
the evening we caught these big bluegill, but the excitement started when Jonathon reeled in his first solo fish. It all started when Kayla and Grandpa Dave caught one of the many bluegill out of this little farm pond, while Dave was putting Kayla's fish on the stringer Jonathon shouts, "I got a fish, Grandpa." Jenni and I were across the pond and noticed that his bobber had disappeared under the water and encouraged Jonathon to reel it in. His answer to that was a prompt, "I'm trying!" and he was. His little arms were winding the reel as hard as he could and he wasn't making much progress. I shouted over to Dave that he might want to help, but he let Jonathon do it and we kept encouraging Jonathon to "stand up" and "pick the tip up" and he answered with "I can't" and "I'm trying". Well finally, Dave looks up at us and shouts, "You should see this fish!" And soon after that, we did and it was huge, Jonathon had hooked a large mouth bass that many folks would be proud of and he pulled it in all by himself.We caught a good mess of fish, most of those coming from Jenni and Jonathon. I'm sure this is the first of many fish stories this summer.
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