Tales of the Ordinary Days

Day 4 | 30 Days of Writing Always a good boy. Zeke always poses nicely for all my picture taking I never had my own pet growing up. I was reminded of this on a recent FaceTime conversation with my parents. After describing in great detail the day of our puppy, as I would have described a day of my kids in years past, my parents acknowledged our childhood void. "You and your brothers are such dog lovers. The only pet we had in our house while you were growing up was a short-lived goldfish. Your dad and I just can't get over where this came from and with all three of you! We kind of feel bad now, but who knew?" Mom is so right. All three of the Wagner siblings are suckers for our dogs, grand-dogs, and extended doggy family. They hold family status close to our own children. But when we were growing up there was no Spot waiting for us at home. No Lassie running with us in the backyard. And for the record, I have no recollection of a goldfish. But somehow for ea...

Watching a Husker win with my furry friends I really like my seats at Memorial Stadium. We sit on the east side between the band and team parents. About sixteen seats up, the boys like the great view to the field. Although I enjoy this as well, I also like to watch the players on the sideline and all the hoopla that happens near the field. Late in the week we chose to sell our tickets and watch from home. Between Grant's morning football game and Ben's homecoming, it felt like a good decision. But there is always some reservation about missing out in the live venue of Memorial Stadium. Watching Kenny Bell's one-handed catch was an after-the-fact reminder of this. But all is good. No regrets. Based on the picture above, you can conclude that the comforts of my home were enjoyed by all. Kenny Bell looked just as good on my big screen. And nap time between the great plays was divine. My furry friends were happy and the Husker win; just as good. We started our day wit...