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"As most of you know by now: IT'S A BOY! Colby Cade Wright was born at 12:42 PM on Monday, 29 April 2002. He weighed 6 pounds 13 ounces and was 19 1/2 inches long. The new Mom had a lot of stitches, fainted a couple of times Monday afternoon, and was looking really good by the time we were there from about 5:30 until 8:30 Monday evening. Every day is a new experience, and it was nice to be able to hold a Grandbaby on the day he was born. Hopefully someone will work this time-space limitation out, so we aren't so separated by distance. In the meantime it was nice to be able to drive over to Beaumont, and share in Melanie and Jared's glory, and to meet and hold Colby Cade. I have attached my favorite photo from, and there are more at www.walden3d.com/photos/Family/05_JaredMelanie/01_ColbyCade.
There are only so many things you can write about a new baby. After all, they haven't revealed any of what they are bringing from our mutual pre-existence as spirit children of Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother. So, I bet you expect this to be a short Thoughtlet. Wrong! I have a lot of images and stuff bottled up in me today, and even though it is already 6:00 in the evening, I expect there will be quite a few more words written before I give this to Andrea to proof and comment on.
I was working on the Harris County proof-of-concept Infinite Grid(SM) project when Melanie called me on Monday afternoon. As I have said many times, I struggle with words, and all week, I have been saying to Andrea, `What's the grandbaby's name again?' I've never heard the words Colby nor Cade before, not as names or as anything else. I mentioned to Melanie and Jared that we have a BB (Benjamin Bengt), a CC (Colby Cade), an EE (Ethan Evans), and I couldn't help but wonder if there wasn't going to be a DD (Dumb & Dumber). Jared quickly responded, `We won't be naming a baby that!' I probably need to learn to filter saying some of the things that go through my mind. Oh well!
The thing that struck me about our trip to Beaumont is that Melanie is living the dream I have spent my life pursuing. This will take a little explaining, and first let me give some context. As we got to the hospital room the first time, it seemed cold and lonely. So after holding Colby Cade Wright, and talking to Melanie and Jared about a half-an-hour, there was nothing else to say (remember I seldom have many words to say anyway), so I told Andrea we needed to go and find some flowers to liven up the room (we had got to the hospital an hour after the gift shop closed, and did not see a florist in the block between the I-10 and the hospital.)
It took us a half-hour and a couple of stops to find a mall in Beaumont. I didn't recall Beaumont being near this large when we would drive over to visit Aunt Sara, Uncle Des, and Bridget. When I called my Mom tonight, she reminded me that Bridget was born in Beaumont, and it might have been in the same hospital as Colby Cade Wright was born in. What a small world it is. However, the new mall in Beaumont isn't small. And the Super-WalMart is certainly big enough. We got some flowers, and we got some boy clothes because Melanie had finally accepted what her Austin Doctor told her, namely that they were going to have a girl. So Melanie has a lot of baby girl clothes. We got them a baby UT shirt, a packet of several blue and white tops and bottoms, and a sleeping outfit. I was bored in the store, and Andrea had fun.
As we got back to the hospital room, it was obvious there was a change. The door had a big blue and white Mum on it, like the kids wear to prom, with Colby Cade on the banners, and all kinds of decorations. We knocked on the door, and entered into a room with 4 relatives/girlfriends, all talking and supporting, sharing and loving, and being a wonderful support group. It was so obvious that Melanie and Jared were completely at home. The hospital room didn't need the flowers anymore. Oh well! For the next hour I watched what would have been equivalent to half of Cedar Valley when I was growing up, come and visit. It was a neat experience to have. And to see the love, the family, the concern, the words of wisdom, the support, the gifts, and the sense of community in that little hospital room. I left having no worries about how Melanie will do. Melanie, you have the perfect support system in place, and it might be years before you really recognize the foresight the first Wright had to purchase a reasonable size piece of property and then to provide land to all of their descendents.
It will seem odd, and yet I was particularly struck by three of the young men in the room. One held Colby Cade forever, and the love he had for the new baby was so thick I could feel it. I think he was one of Jared's younger brothers. The other two were caught up in an NBA basketball game, and could have cared less about what else was going on. I felt jealous of them, for I have never felt I have time for such indulgences. I took a photo of them from the side, and then got a good photo of them in a mirror showing their intense concentration on the basketball game. Oh to have no cares in the world no deeper than a silly game!
I don't have words to describe what I saw in that little hospital room in Beaumont. I spent several hours today looking for a document I wrote when I was on my mission, which was titled something like: `Reestablishment of the United Order and Building the New Jerusalem.' This tome was written in 1971 when I was in Harlow Newtown. I couldn't find it. Hopefully I will someday. It was probably too long for a Thoughtlet anyway. In the meantime, I decided to write out a letter I wrote on 16 April 1985, on a variation of the same topic. I keep this letter with several others in a folder labeled `Outspoken Letters:'
In regards to the 713 area code, remember this was written in
April of 1985, and the 281 area code was not defined yet. And
I did get a response:
Andrea got a big laugh out of this part of this Thoughtlet.
She expressed concern that if her brothers read this, they
would come to Houston to rescue her. And Mom (Maxine), she
is sure this will worry you. I don't understand why my ideas
and goals are considered so weird and so far out there. Maybe
one of you will figure out a way to provide me a different
perspective or to understand where the rest of the world is
coming from. In the meantime, I will continue to plod along
in my quest of continuing to make a positive difference,
tilting at windmills and striving to make the world a better
place for you kids and your kids.
I doubt any of you will see the picture I saw the second time we entered the Hospital room to visit Colby Cade Wright and his parents. And I doubt I will be able to adequately put my thoughts into words. But there are several things that flooded my mind. As I saw the support and the love of Jared's relatives and friends, I saw the kind of community I first saw in my mind when I was serving as a missionary in England. I saw it again when sitting on Aunt Bettye's porch in Denver and wrote the following song, which has previously been quoted in these thoughtlets (completely in ../9652.html, referenced in ../9825.html, 9901.html, and partially in ../0037.html):
I always thought the Great-Grand-Dad was my Dad, and it
was about when he would have the likes of Ethan Evans,
Grant Matthew, and Colby Cade gathered around him. The
fact he did not experience his great-grandchildren was
probably the saddest part about his death for me. However,
I recall when the spirit told me, maybe the song is about
me, and maybe I will live to be a great-grand-dad. I do
know that this concept of the zion community has been on
my mind ever since our visit to Beaumont on Monday. I
could go on and on about how this theme has run through
my life. Landmark was intended to be the economic and
demographic basis of a new prototype 21st century
community. I met Joe Roberts looking for property to
build a little community like the Wright's have built in
Vidor. All of the Father's & Son's campouts out in Waller
at Aubrey Chudleigh's farm, were next to a subdivision set
up for members of the church to create a barter based
Orderville. My accountant, Merril Littlewood, kept the
business going so his partner could serve as a Mission
President in Florida. And I'm not sure ten thousand words
could adequately describe any one of these concepts or
experiences as they have built up in my mind and my heart
over the years. And hopefully this set of words will help
you each better see and understand what I have spent my
life working to provide for us. And it is sad how
unsuccessful I have been at reaching my goals.
I can imagine the party at the pavillion on May 26th after Colby Cade is blessed. Great-Grandkids, Grandkids, Kids, Parents, Grandparents, Great-Grand-Parents, food, fun laughter, quarelling, and maybe even some fighting between siblings. Just like the song, and the end-result that was sought in the letter I wrote to the Presiding Bishopric back in 1985. Maybe it would be good to bring my guitar over and sing about what the Wrights have created in Vidor.
As far as my week went, it was all just floating after meeting and holding Colby Cade Wright. I spent most of my days building the proof-of-concept project for Arnie Vedlitz at Texas A&M on the Infinite Grid(SM). I'm quite pleased with how the results turned out. Ben, as I mentioned to you Saturday, you are probably the one member of the family who could leverage this work immediately. For those of you interested in reviewing this work and getting back to me with comments, it is linked to http://www.walden3d.com/H/sample. I believe this concept will become a pretty useful technology for our society, and hopefully will create some cash to help fund Heather, Audrey, and Rachel in school, as well as some of my different ideas.
Wednesday morning Rachel went to Washington D.C. She just got back and finished telling us some of what happened on the trip. Sounds like they really had a lot of fun. There was a tornado watch and their concert with the other high school was cancelled. She liked the museums, and was selected to lay a wreath at one of the graves in Arlington Cemetary. Based on how hyper she is, she must of had a great time (it's 10:07 PM, the music was blaring above the the office until about 11:15 PM, and I will miss the music and the singing in just three more weeks).
Wednesday evening was the YM/YW mud bowl. There are some photos at www.walden3d.com/photos/Scouts/NCW_Mudbowl_01May02, and hopefully I'll label and edit them sometime this next week (although I've never got around to posting the photos from a year ago Christmas which Sara specifically asked me to put up over a year ago). It is interesting how much time I spend working on the web now. Ken Turner has had some notoriety this weekend with regards to his `Out of The Ashes' painting. I updated the website (see www.hgol.net), and still need to do a lot. Ken called first thing this morning to see if I could tell him whether there had been any hits on the web pages after the newspaper article yesterday. The answer is yes, and not right now. Another friend is looking to start a new business and I'm hosting his website to help him raise some money (http://www.walden3d.com/HomeCrest). He doesn't want to jeoprodize his job, and so even though many of you know him, or maybe because many of you know him, I will share his name later. Maybe this can be the feedback game for this week: Who is starting HomeCrest?
Friday evening Andrea, Matt, and I went to the ward campout at Hagen's. It was the first time in a long time I've been able to sit around and play the guitar. However, as a family campout there were a bunch of little kids there, and they all wanted to play the guitar. So they did the strumming and I played the cords. Actually some of them were pretty good. We got to singing `songs' like:
We ate subway for dinner. Andrea and I went for a walk run
walk before breakfast. Beautiful country. When we got back
we learned that the Riches' daughter Becky was playing too
rough with a big dog and he took a bite out of her face.
Several stitches, and not a fun way to start off a Ward
Campout. After catching up on the news, we ate sausage and
scrambled egg burrito's and orange juice. I spent most of
the morning playing guitar and talking with the little girls.
It is nice to have groupies again. It has been a long time
since Andrea was The Keynote's groupie. I ate too much lunch.
Bar-b-que beef, beans and pineapple, cole slaw, and all of the
fixings. Lyle did a good job with the meat, and he spent
182% of what was budgeted for. Oh well! Guess I did not do
a very good job of setting the budget throttle. We have a
creative Activities Chairman who will figure out some way
to fund the other activities this year. We were all wiped
out when we got back. Matt didn't want to go to his soccer
game, and he did. Did a great job too. Had two good shots
on goal, and they were both blocked. They lost. Oh well!
We dropped Matt off and went over to the High School to vote for new Board Members for KISD. There is a group called Powerhouse Christian that has three candidates running, and it appears they are attempting to consecrate their efforts to get creationism taught. It is interesting thinking about being on the status quo side of a political struggle, when I am willing to put so much thought into building a zion community, which would drive the status quo side of a local political community to the same kind of protectionist actions taken against the Saints in Kirtland, Ohio and Jackson County, Missouri 160 years ago. We got back to the house just as Ben and Sarah and Ethan arrived. We got to spend the evening babysitting Ethan. Ben and Sarah came back at 8:30 this morning to pick him up.
Ethan runs just like Mario in the Nintendo games. And he doesn't stop running. He would point to the door, run outside, go look through the fence at the neighbor's barking dog, run out to the street, back in the house, back out the back door, up stairs, back outside, and on and on. I was already tired, and I got really tired just watching him run around. I can just imagine what it will be like when the three musketeers get together: Ethan, Grant, and Colby. I got thinking about Israel and his 12 sons. I can imagine Roice and his 12 grandsons. Can you imagine the impact 12 kids like Ethan could have on the world, looking back from a couple of hundred years from now. What a responsibility it is to prepare the next generation.
I didn't eat dinner because I ate so much lunch. It is Fast Sunday, and this is when I give my swallows report. I'm almost back down to where I was a month ago. It has been interesting to watch this scales and the swallows this month. There was the one really bad day when we had the Ward Progressive Dinner. Otherwise, I haven't really changed my eating habits. And yet I haven't lost weight. In fact, my ankle has been feeling good enough, I started to exercise and then a week later to run a little. And the exercise seemed to put weight on, rather than to take it off. Even though I haven't been eating any more. Maybe it is fat turning to muscle. Whatever the case it has been frustrating. When we were over visiting Colby Cade, Melanie went on and on about how much weight I've lost. I felt bad, because I'm 8 pounds above goal, and Monday morning (after Fast Sunday) I weigh 235, exactly the same as last time I reported. Oh well! I did have a discussion with Jared's Dad about my exercise program, and figure this might be useful to repeat to someone among all of you.
Back in college I got a copy of the Canadian Air Force Exercise Program. I've used this off and on for decades to get back in shape when I get busy and let myself go. It is pretty simple stuff, and the key is to do it regularly. I've done it each weekday for four weeks now. And I've added to it a little over the years. After I dislocated my arm in Denver at Aunt Bettye's son's house, I got a surgical tubing based stretch device that let's you do the equivalent of curls. I'm up to 20 per arm. Then I do 20 stretches left toe, center, right toe, back across left side, and then 20 starting with the right toe, center, left toe, and stretching back to the right side. Then I do 20 stretches with the wheel, 20 push-ups, and three sets of 40 lifting my arms and legs off of the ground. I remember when I took Dad to Australia and Jakarta and would do these exercises in the hotel room how he told me this would be really good for my back. He had had back problems becuase of all of the heavy lifting at Nelson Meat Packing Plant. Then I do 20 sets of `crunches,' where start a sit-up lifting off my right shoulder, then both shoulders, then my left shoulder. And finally I do two sets of 50 side-straddle-hops, and 50 left foot then right foot forward. Then I read a couple of pages of the scriptures and go for a 1-3 mile run. All in all it takes about 45 minutes to an hour, and I know I feel better when I do this regularly. However, it is frustrating when the results are not what is expected, as shown on the attached graph. Oh well! And it seems like a good reason to keep working at it is to be able to sing a song about families to Colby Cade Wright's children.
The first step was to count swallows. The second step was to record the results and think about it. Now I have enough data to start making modifications in what I eat, how I exercise, etc. I finally broke through the 240 pound plateau by simply throttling back the number of swallows. By keeping the total number of swallows for any one day down to about 110-120, I have been able to start loosing weight again. I expect that a lot of the first 25 pounds was not that firmly planted on my body. Now I will have to start to work at loosing the next 25 pounds. It is interesting to take the swallows and integrate (calculate the area under the curve) and take the derivative (calculate the slope) and think about the meanings behind all of the data. I added a second chart to illustrate the the changes that have happened in my eating habits since January when I started counting and recording swallows. The most dramatic change is the change in slope of the number of swallows of fruit, shortly after starting to count swallows. The other obvious fact is the steep slope, ramp, and repeat, in regards to the amount of sugar I eat. Obviously would do better to not have the ramps. Des and Ben, you guys have done a lot of statistics, what do you suggest I think about and modify?
Since it was so late when I finished writing all of the above, I finished it up, made the charts, and had Andrea proof my spelling on Monday morning. There were five responses to last week's survey:
That leaves me on the low end of the totum pole at 30. I
thought Bridget's comments were very insightful, so I will
close by quoting them:
Melanie tells me that both her and Paul have Grant's photo that
I forwarded as their screen saver. Now you all have an
alternative with Colby Cade Wright. Paul said he is saving up
to come to Houston for Christmas, and hopes everyone else will
work to come for Christmas too. He wants to come to Rob and
Rachel's graduation and Colby Cade's blessing the end of the
month, and since he doesn't have a job for sure for the
summer yet, and since we have no cash to put towards bringing
him, Kate, Grant, Audrey, and Heather down, guess he will
learn to hold off on the instantaneous gratifications. I
think this is a lesson all of us today could learn a little
better. That is, except for babies like Colby Cade Wright."