By the time you read this edition, I should be an uncle for the first time. Yep, little Hayden Mayo is scheduled to debut Sept. 15. Happy Birthday and congratulations!
It’s an interesting situation though—my brother will have to spend some time away from the newborn. Her father’s going off to train for a few weeks, and then prepare to be deployed overseas with his guard unit. I’m definitely proud of him and respect his service, but can’t say I envy his situation.
I know it will be hard to be away from the baby. But I‘m sure the whole family will be fine, and the Mayos will prosper.
Many hardworking and well intentioned soldiers are willing to go, but those sending them better think long and hard about whether they would send their own brothers, fathers, sons and daughters, or if they’re just OK with other people’s families going.
I took Junior to his first art exhibit, the faculty display at MTSU’s Todd Gallery. I wonder what he perceives and enjoys when he looks at the colored paintings and 3-D works. I think he enjoyed the big, bold, sparkly and symmetrical sacred geometry of Patricia Tenpenny. Look for an entire exhibit of her work at City Hall soon. Junior likes the shineys.
The little drama llama makes the decision he wants a bottle very suddenly sometimes, and demands immediate satisfaction. And at the first taste of the delicious milk, things go from a miserable disaster to joyful, peaceful content, milky bliss.
He has discovered his hands, and goes cross-eyed sometimes with intense examination. Otherwise, there are not a whole lot of developments to report—the cycle of diapers, naps and bottles continues. It’s daddy day care at the house while mama moo moo goes off to work.
It seems the congressman’s attempt to disrupt the president’s recent speech really worked very well. He really interrupted the coverage of the issues and the commentators focused more on the yelling of two words and what action and apologies should be taken and how much money and attention the representative and his upcoming opponent have gained.
Why not cover the issues and talk about whether or not he does lie?
Bap bap bap bum, da nat, da nat . . . oh, football time is on! (The theme song for fall is actually a piece by British composer Johnny Pearson called “Heavy Action.”)
Remember, For best results, drain your peaches before you put them in a cobbler. And stretch every day.
Peace,
Bracken Mayo, Editor in Chief
