Insane amounts of falling-behindedness! Sincerest apologies all around to my faithful readers. Both
of them. If I had a reasonable explanation, you'd be finding it here. However, I have none, therefore there
is none to find. Only sheer unadulterated laziness. Take that as you will.
So, all blathering aside, what the hell is going on? Truthfully, not a ton. We enter the Summer of '06
with something of a whimper: I'm not working much at all right now, thanks to sub-season grinding to a ignominious halt. I
have been spending some time at my new jobsite, though, getting to know all the ladies. Oh! I didn't mention it earlier? I
will be the only man on the staff at my new job. Now, don't get all puffed up and ready to dish out all manner
of chauvinistic panderings---most of these fine women are staring down the barrel of imminent retirement, and trust me,
a long thirty-year career as a teacher does not a M.I.L.F. make. (If you're having trouble with that acronym,
just Google it. You'll learn fast.)...I'm very much looking forward to starting in September, I've already met some of my
future students and they don't seem insane, at least not as of yet---I'm sure I'll be issued some of the "characters,"
as that's what happens with new teachers--no matter, I'm into it and ready to take 'em on. Fifth grade? BOOya.
Bridgette has scraped by Tenth grade with straight B's. That's not so bad--certainly a helluva lot better
than I did in tenth grade, but I'm not telling her that. This summer she's involved in the Foothill Summer Theater
production of "Grease," and from what I've heard, it's gonna be great. I'll be there pretty much every night of the run--I
have to be, I've signed on to be part of the stage crew. That oughta be a hoot in itself!
In the meantime, with all this time off, I've been entertaining myself with working on the Genealogy
project I took over from my dad after he kicked back in '04. I've been learning a lot about my background, and some of what
I've come across ain't so pretty--like the notion that my great-great-grandad was a drunk who liked to pick fights on a regular
basis, and when no one would engage him in fisticuffs, he'd go home and bat the wife around a little. Nice guy! Anyway, other
stuff has been better, like finding just the other day that a second cousin of mine, whom I've never met, was literally
working around the corner from where I live. I ran down to say hi just as he was about to move back to Sonoma, so my timing
was dead on. Wish I'd known sooner! Anyway, I hope we can stay in touch.
Big summer plans? We're inexplicably taking a mid-August trip to sunny Scottsdale, Arizona. Actually,
we'll be visiting some of Deb's cousins and enjoying that bracing 115-degree-in-the-shade-but-there's-no-shade climate
that AZ is so renowned for. Can't wait.
But prior to our excursion into the deepest depths of Hades, we'll be having a bit of a birthday bash
for Debs, who turns 40 this August 4th! Invites will be going out soon. More later...
