David Cramer inducted into Section 4 Hall of Fame

My sister Sue and I had a fun time on Saturday standing in for my brother David, who was inducted into the Section 4 Athletic Hall of Fame. Got to eat brunch with our old coach, visit with the mother of one of his teammates, catch a great half-time show, a thrilling Class D girls final, and accept this honor on behalf of my ‘little brother’. (He does give me credit in part for his outside shooting, because I was enough older that he couldn’t take me inside.)

Here’s your video, bro …

David Cramer’s induction into the Section 4 Hall of Fame from Craig Cramer on Vimeo.

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Like Legos for gardeners

my farmville farm. click to see the whole thing

I got a call out from Susan over at GardenRant to help explain the appeal of Farmville.  Here’s the comment I left.  (Click on the image at right for a larger view of my ‘farm’.)

 If the Facebook clutter bothers you, you can block Farmville and other Facebook games.

What’s the attraction? I liked playing with Legos as a kid. So for me, Farmville is kind of like online Legos for gardeners.

Lord knows the lines in my real garden will never be that straight, nor will the color of my bulbs match the color of my trees. But I can make that happen in Farmville.

I also play along with some family members. We have a little friendly competition going. Some folks I know are more into the social aspects, and have struck up friendships with people around the world who they met through Farmville. (I can always use more neighbors. Friend me.)

I harvest my crops and manage my ‘farm’ while I watch the news at night. It beats the heck out playing solitaire, keeps me off the streets and out of trouble, and provides a little distraction and diversion to get me through the winter.

A educator friend of mine lamented the other day, “I do wish kids could actually learn something about farming by playing Farmville.”

That’s a legitimate complaint. But it would probably make the game way too complicated to have mass appeal. Play SimFarm (if that’s still around) if that’s what you’re looking for.

But one thing the game does teach is delayed gratification — which is probably one of the most important traits to foster in future gardeners. You plant crops but have to wait hours or days to harvest them. You visit well-developed farms of your ‘neighbors’ and know that you can gradually build your farm to their level if you’re persistent.

The game can also be a creative outlet. Sure, most of the farms are pretty boring. But some folks arrange their farms to form quilt patterns or create 3-D effects.

I’ll add a picture of my farm over at Ellis Hollow later this morning (it’s been neglected lately) if you’re curious.

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Snowy

For about the last week, we’ve had the old ‘Ellis Hollow lake effect’ on a daily basis. An inch or two here, four to six there.

snowy out

Haven’t had a lot of screen time to blog or comment much, as we’re taking care of our ‘grand puppy’ Charlie, who’s a handful under normal circumstance and requires special care after three surgeries in two weeks around the holidays. Here she is ready to roll.

snowy out

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Best Xmas decoration job ever

From a forwarded email …

best xmas decoration

Good news is that I truly out did myself this year with my Christmas decorations. The bad news is that I had to take him down after two days. I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever. Great stories. But two things made me take it down.

First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by.

Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the 75 pound ladder almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn’t realize that it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). By the way, she was one of the many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn’t take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard.

I’m so glad I saw this. Because if I’d thought of it, I’d have done it.

And another one for you deer hunters.

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