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So joy pipes up, and says "Don't worry daddy, you ride and I'll do the driving".
Jul 24, 2007
All the exciting stuff happens in the snipped part
Another weekend comes to a close in Los Angeles. Friday night I took a nap as I didn't sleep much Thursday night. ...[snip]
After grocery shopping I typed up the uniform regulations for the kids' new school and sent them to my wife. So much for saving on the big Target sale on jeans and khakis this weekend. And I'm pretty sure that our son isn't all that thrilled about having to wear a uniform.
Next up was watching some more Jericho, followed by another nap.
Now it's night, and time to get ready for the work week.
Jul 22, 2007
IF it ain't one damn thing, it's another. The dishwasher works again. I finally gave in and called a repairman. It's been not working since sometime in May. We were (I was) doing ok washing by hand, but it's so much easier to load, wash, unload, repeat (when Josh remembers to unload) the dishwasher. That boy must be told multiple times a day to put dishes away even though it's the chore he asked for ... and I digress.
So, Josh is over at a friend's house having another sleepover. He didn't put dishes away this morning. No bigs, I put dishes away, load the dishwasher and get ready to do pots and pans and the ... GARBAGE DISPOSAL CRAPS OUT! And I only notice this because there is a leak underneath the sink. So I notice the leak, and that it's coming from the line for the disposal. Then I try to run the disposal and all I get is a hummmm. More water is leaking from another pipe. I find a pot that has not had food cooked in it recently and clear everything out from under the sink. I clean up the water, I unplug and re-plug the disposal. Still, to quote Tim, no joy. And no, it is no joy to have a sink filling up with nasty water from the dishwasher, plus the stuff that I wanted to dispose of, and not have a working disposal!!!!
I finally gave up, left the cabinet doors open, with a pot under the sink to catch the water and a few extra towels and called it a night. At least I got all the food put away. Tonight I made meatloaf and lasagna. The loaf came out better.
And yes, I tried repeatedly to reset the disposal. Again, no joy. I'd eat lots and lots of chocolate to ease my frustration, but ... I bought a scale and it says I am *this close* to 180. How did I get to 175+??????? Goal and possibly another blog, to get down 30 lbs to 150, maybe 40 and be the weight I was 6 years ago, 135-140 give or take 5 lbs.
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With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Dad:PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home.
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love, Your Son John
Coos Bay - Cape Arago Lighthouse
I thought about doing a B&W composition -- then remembered, I live in Oregon! This shot is actually a peaceful one of the fog in the Columbia River Gorge, just past Multnomah Falls.
I guess the coast and Gorge can be beautiful in gray.
Jul 1, 2007