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Life is like varrrroooooom lately.
The kid was off at quarter to four this morning for the band's trip to Indy. I watched him pack, in less than 15 minutes, last night and was impressed. Last summer's drum corps experience was a quantum leap for his organizational skills. He just turned in a very respectable research paper, his first paper ever, in fact. He really put his shoulder to the proverbial grindstone and put some work into it. I observed and offered a few suggestions on beefing up the content, but didn't write it. (The rubric included instructions for using the Chicago format, which I have decided is dorky and blah, but whatever.) Indy:marching band as World Series:baseball, so we've got our fingers crossed. I hope it all goes well.
We went over to watch rehearsal the other night, and I saw someone who looked remarkably like the Ex. Asked the kid about it, since my long-range vision can be iffy at times, and he asked, "Why would my dad be here?" I didn't know what to say and said nothing. Why, indeed, and that's so sad. He misses so much.
The long-term project is still going okay.
The next 48 hours will be a midlife memory gut-check, as this old broad attempts to commit about four minutes of color guard routine to memory. Actual moths and dust may come out of my ears during this process, but I'm looking forward to an enjoyable college band reunion weekend.
I narked out a whacko evangelical nutjob on a message board last night to the site admin and was glad to find the thread deleted this morning. Somebody made the regrettable mistake of starting a topic involving politics, and the nutjob responded with religious proselytizing and language derogatory to the gay community. Oh, no ma'am, we will not leave that alone. I've had gay family members and many, many gay friends, and am not going to stand by quietly while some idiot makes asinine comments about them. Rudeness is inexcusable, and so are jerks, the latter of which led me to bookmark this: http://bobsutton.typepad.com/my_weblog/2006/08/marges_asshole_.html
There truly are some people who could just care less about how many people hate them, and the best that we can all hope for is that they're not breeding.
The kid was off at quarter to four this morning for the band's trip to Indy. I watched him pack, in less than 15 minutes, last night and was impressed. Last summer's drum corps experience was a quantum leap for his organizational skills. He just turned in a very respectable research paper, his first paper ever, in fact. He really put his shoulder to the proverbial grindstone and put some work into it. I observed and offered a few suggestions on beefing up the content, but didn't write it. (The rubric included instructions for using the Chicago format, which I have decided is dorky and blah, but whatever.) Indy:marching band as World Series:baseball, so we've got our fingers crossed. I hope it all goes well.
We went over to watch rehearsal the other night, and I saw someone who looked remarkably like the Ex. Asked the kid about it, since my long-range vision can be iffy at times, and he asked, "Why would my dad be here?" I didn't know what to say and said nothing. Why, indeed, and that's so sad. He misses so much.
The long-term project is still going okay.
The next 48 hours will be a midlife memory gut-check, as this old broad attempts to commit about four minutes of color guard routine to memory. Actual moths and dust may come out of my ears during this process, but I'm looking forward to an enjoyable college band reunion weekend.
I narked out a whacko evangelical nutjob on a message board last night to the site admin and was glad to find the thread deleted this morning. Somebody made the regrettable mistake of starting a topic involving politics, and the nutjob responded with religious proselytizing and language derogatory to the gay community. Oh, no ma'am, we will not leave that alone. I've had gay family members and many, many gay friends, and am not going to stand by quietly while some idiot makes asinine comments about them. Rudeness is inexcusable, and so are jerks, the latter of which led me to bookmark this: http://bobsutton.typepad.com/my_weblog/2006/08/marges_asshole_.html
There truly are some people who could just care less about how many people hate them, and the best that we can all hope for is that they're not breeding.
