Tag: sports

  • Fescue, Festival, and Foul Ball

    Fescue, Festival, and Foul Ball

    “What do we have going on?”

    “Not much, today we don’t have anything planned until 5pm or so.”

    These phrases are rare; not having much to do for a Saturday is about as common as a Dodo bird around here. The weather was perfect, getting a bit cooler, which meant, it was time for the hardest part of my glorious plans to have a green, green lawn for 2025: time to aerate. And this yard has a lot of room for improvement:

    To this point, I had already geeked out quite a bit about it. Taylor can tell you, love it or hate it, I tend to obsess over things, and this was another excellent example. I don’t want to just throw some grass seed out there and see what’s gonna happen; this is something I have never done before, so I dug deep into the subject by reading the Turf Files from the NC State website.

    The site describes how the state of North Carolina offers free soil testing during the off season, so of course I took advantage of my tax-payer dollars for this very in demand service:

    THe analysis makes a recommendation of the type of soil to use based on the N-P-K proportions. In my case, they recommended just the K (potassium). If you want to do the same, here is the link to test your soil.

    The Turf-files also go deep into the various types of grass in North Carolina. For a noob such as myself, this was all news: what kind of grass to go with? I always assumed all grass was the same? It is not all the same. In the Piedmont, you can go with some types of warm-climate grasses, or cool season grasses. The NC State Turf Files recommends doing a blend of grass seed, and Kentucy 31 and Tall Fescue seemed like the perfect mix:

    After aerating on Saturday with a 300 pound machine (the Home Depot website says 255 pounds, but surely that number isn’t accurate), Sunday was a chance to do the final, fun stuff of the yard: do a couple passes with the potassium rich fertilizer, as recommended from my soil report; Then, since they didn’t have the recommended seed blend, I took the liberty of mixing my own blend of tall fescue and Kentucy 31 bluegrass:

    A couple of passes of the seed, and at this point, in my amateur confidence with no one around to tell me otherwise, I was doing a great job!

    But, not through with it yet: the final part, and most people argue as the most important, you gotta keep that stuff WET. And, since I over engineer everything (See last weeks post about the ring workout setup as an example), I had to do the same here and automate the watering.

    This is a whole ecosystem of gardening specialty tools. How much, or how little do you want to spend in order to keep your precious turf wet? For me, the answer was very little. And no thank you, please do not connect my watering system to my internet: I do not need to water my lawn while I am away from the house. Amazon, give me the cheap garden-hose automation tool that can help do a better job of watering the lawn than I ever will; and since no sprinkler can hit the whole lawn with the low-water pressure issue we have in our old house, better make 2 timers, and 2 sprinklers in the front yard:

    As of the writing of this post, the first watering is underway! We are off to the races, and lord willing, I’m finally gonna be living where the green grass grows in 8-12 weeks! Please, please don’t jump to 90 degrees in the next few weeks!

    Festival

    Years ago (maybe 8 or 9?), Greensboro became host to the National Folk Festival. Downtown transformed into an awesome, 10 stage music venue with all the fun things, and porta-potties needed to support such an event. Some time after that, the National part of the festival moved on, and was seamlessly replaced by the North Carolina folk festival. Still, many stages and music over three days in downtown greensboro.

    We had poor memories from last year’s festival where the music we heard just wasn’t that good. This year, on Friday night, we met up with our neighbors the McCrackens (our Disney Planner) and Rosie got to spend a lot of the night with some of her besties.

    This was probably the highlight of the night: Getting to see Elias Alexander, an EDM, Celtic musician (did I get that right?). EDM=”Electronic Dance Music”. What does that mean? It means bagpipes and a Celtic flute with the intense beat of techno. Sounds wild, and it is wild, and it was surprisingly fun:

    Dancing with Mercy

    This music was so good that it made a man who was wheelchair bound get up and do a jig. This fella pushed his way, with his walker, through the crowd so he could get to the front row and show us how it’s done. How can this not tickle your soul with joy?

    Finally, at the end of the night on Saturday, I was able to stay up late enough to go to the 11pm after party at The Flat Iron. My friend Hence went the year before and said it was awesome. Though I could only make it to see 45 minutes of the show, it was awesome and gave me Nashville vibes for this small venue in Greensboro. Totally worth the $15 admission to hear Sam Fribush and Friends do their Organ music jam:

    Also, I haven’t been out that late in a while, but you get to see some things at that hour you wouldn’t see normally. Our group spent about an hour sitting behind this fella, who was a couple heartbeats away from his night ending poorly, but everyone who walked past did smile pretty big at the sight:

    Foul Ball

    Ok, I am running out of time before the kids wake up, but, we went to the final baseball game of the season with some good friends and it was fun. Sorry Andy and Laura, you left before I was able to get a pic, but it was fun hanging with your crowd as well:

  • Birthday breakfast, basketball, biking adventure

    Birthday breakfast, basketball, biking adventure

    Around here, a birthday isn’t just a day. Around here, there is a birthday with one side of the family; then another side of the family; then alone with just the family.

    This week I woke up on my actual birthday, read a book about the Old Testament, checked my blood pressure (part of my new years resolution, everything is fine), and realized: here is your sign. You are old and boring.

    Taylor and Rosie made an awesome breakfast, with a candle in the scrambled eggs for kicks.

    Rosies special sign

    Rosie even made this sign for me, and explained what each of the icons means:

    • Guitar because I like music
    • Video game controller because I like playing zelda
    • sunglasses because I am cool
    • Heart because she loves me
    • hat because it is time to celebrate
    • scary emoji because 39 is old
    • beers
    • cupcakes because they got me cupcakes
    • basketball because go tar heels!
    • burrito. Everyone loves burritos.
    • Chocolate because I like candy

    Rosie is so thoughtful. May she never change!

    UNC Basketball

    Every year Rosie and I go to a UNC game on a night when the schedule works best- typically a 7pm weeknight game when tickets are more affordable. This year happened to be an awesome year for the tar heels. They were #3 in the country when they matched up against Wake Forest.

    This year all three of the Lineberry boys got to join us, and the night was great. This year we went a few hours early to enjoy dinner, and looking at some of the stores on Franklin street.

    We spotted the famous Roy Williams across the stadium wearing a pink sweater. I told Rosie about his accomplishments, and Rosie asked if we could go see him. With 10 minutes until tipoff, it didn’t look like there was a line any more, so I said “Sure.”

    We made it all the way across the stadium. I got a little mixed up and had to jump over some seats, but we made it down right beside Mr. Roy, when “Excuse me- you are gonna have to go back to your seats.”

    Security got us. Apparently there is a cut-off for when Roy allows drop-ins. He made sure to get our attention, and the people around us confirmed what he said to Rosie and I: “Come back at halftime. I want to see you.” were his words, after seeing my smile and boldness to bring my 9 year old.

    Rosie did confess that she was a little embarrassed and didn’t want to take him up on his offer, but still. It was a fun memory.

    Also one thing we noticed is that the opening part for the games- including the laser light display on the court- was different than last year:

    A small adventure

    There is an area near our house. It is a small little green space, with a little pathway removed from the road that is good for riding bikes. This little green space has a creek running through it, and is bordered on 2 sides by a slightly busier road in town. There are no sidewalks around it, which means, no one ever goes over there. Is is the perfect little spot for an adventure.

    It was going to rain that Saturday afternoon, and Taylor had been out with the girls doing this and that. So, this was the best opportunity to build up the suspense for Rosie. Her response? She is just like her mom (in the best way possible): “Why don’t you just tell me where we are going?”

    No, I would not tell her! That would defeat the purpose! But, we got the bikes and helmets ready, packed a PB&J, and rode the 3/4 of a mile to our destination.

    The first challenge? Cross the creek without anyone falling in. Luckily there was a 2×6 laying there, and a narrow-enough place to lay the board down, and cautiously cross, one by one.

    Across the creek, what did we find?

    1. No trails
    2. Lots of pricker bushes
    3. a lot of mud
    4. It was hard for the girls to walk.

    You know what Rosie’s reaction was?

    “This is so fun daddy, I feel like an adventurer or explorer or something.” That side of the creek wasn’t as grand as I was expecting. We crossed back across the creek, used some hand sanitizer, and ate our sandwiches.

    Before peddling back up the hill, we made use of our walkie-talkies and explored the large grassy field bordering the creek.

    One thing I tell the kids often these days is “If you have enough ideas, eventually you will have a good one.”

    This last picture might be hard to see the ducks that Rosie and Mercy saw in the creek.