Friday, September 30, 2005

The Friday Evening Dream Sequence

Wanna hear about my dream last night? Of course you do! I was driving in a car with Rick Ness. (Rick is a business associate who sells my little marketing trinkets--swag--to me.) We were on Rt 73 in Spruce Head, heading towards Rockland. We crossed Whiskey Flats, and were heading up the hill by Richard and Harriet's old house, when I spotted a Seagrave open cab fire engine in the driveway. I pulled to a screetching halt. I went over to look at it, and met Matt Urda's dad outside.

"You own a Seagrave?" I said to him, amazed.
"Well, kind of. I know you have a thing for fire trucks, and I got a good deal on this one, so I thought I'd buy it and sell it back to you."
"Does is run?" I asked eagerly.
"The pump doesn't work, but she runs and goes good. Try 'er out."

I jumped in. In the hose bed were all kinds of cool trinkets, including a bunch of old fire helmets. There were these two pedals on the floor boards.

"What are these for?" I asked.
"Well, you have to keep pedaling on those to keep the thing running," he said.
"Wow, that's strange. Never seen that before," I said.

So, I pull out, and start around Waterman's beach road. I get to the point by Pleasant Beach, and there's some kind of fair going on. There are kids running hither and yon, and one jumps out into the street. I stomp on the brakes. No brakes. Well, some. The pedal feels like the brakes are frozen. But there's enough there for me to slow down and miss the kid. So I keep working the brakes and eventually get them freed up. I get to the end of Waterman's Beach, and stop on the hill. The engine stalls. It seems those two little pedals you pump while you're at idle to keep the engine running. I coast backwards a bit, and get sideways in the road so I don't roll down the hill. Then I worked on getting her started while I pumped the little pedals. Then I woke up.

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Thursday, September 29, 2005

Thursday, Raining

Not much of a post for you today. Last night, I played a gig and got home much later than I anticipated. Tonight I'm teaching part deux of my eBay class at Camden Adult Ed. So I won't be home much before nine tonight, either. So this is really all you get.

Oh, and I've been meaning to tell you for weeks!!! If you get certain TV chanels, check out G. E. Patterson. Man, can that guy preach a sermon! For real, every time I hear one of his sermons, I end up in tears. Sometimes happy tears, sometimes sad. But man, he preaches so good, all Black gospel church style, full of organ and Hallelujahs! Check it out. Susan and I are Tivo-ing him each Sunday.

Listening to: John Schofield doing Ray Charles

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Crazy Quizes

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You are a peanut butter chocolate chip cookie.
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Dreaming of Skunks

So last night, I had to run out to the grocery store. When I came back, the singular odor of Pepe LePew was hovering around the house. I know there's been a skkunk in the neighborhood. Next-door neighbor Gerry has put moth balls under his garage to try and ward them off, and one day after mowing the lawn, I saw a skunk inside my garage. (I got my pellet pistol and staked out a spot by the door, but I couldn't get a clean shot.)

In the dream, I was walking to my front door. In a giant pine tree (which I don't have in real life) I could see two glowing, yellow eyes that I knew were a skunk. Do skunks climb six feet high in trees? I don't know, but I don't think they do. But this one could. I figured once I approached, he'd become more scared of me than I of him, so I kept walking. I was wrong. With a temper like that of a wolverine, this thing lept from the tree and started attacking me! Snarling, biting, growling, frothing. I fought back. I found his airway under his chin, and I pressed in with my thumbs. Not being able to get air, he wasn't too happy, and took that time to spray me. And this wasn't little squirt gun stream of water like spray. No, this was Super Soaker style spray! Now I'm really mad. And figuring that I'm already gonna stink, I reach for his belly, and somehow just ripped his fur off. I then dug through his skin, and disemboweled him! This caused him to give up. He had a few last breaths there on the ground, his organs spilling out of him on the walkway.

I called inside to Susan, and told her to fill the bathtub with tomato soup; we don't keep tomato juice here at the Batty household. She came out to see what was going on, and remarked that actually, I didn't smell bad at all. I figure either we were so into the stink we couldn't recognize it, or maybe it was some kind of super skunk time release stink urine, that would only act up later.

Then I woke up.

Have a happy Tuesday morning, everyone!

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Monday, September 26, 2005

The Weekend Wrap Up

Friday night. No gigs. Home. I think we watched a little Celebrity Poker Championship Tournament. I made pork chops (Julia and I) and steak (Susan) on the grill, with cheesy rice (you know my thoughts on that: see items 3 + 4 here if you don't) and Szechwan vegetable medley. Bed.

Saturday. Well, we woke up to the sound of Nat crying. Nothing really special there. We let him fuss for a minute to see if he's settle down. He didn't. In fact, he started crying harder. So we went in to get him before he woke his brother. When we went in, we were a little shocked. It seems he'd somehow broken his crib. Susan mentioned that the boys have started running back and forth in their crib, and they think it's fun. Well, apparently Nat ran too hard to the end, and he broke the glue joint holding on the end of his crib! He'd busted off the entire stern! Then he'd gotten wedged between the floor of the crib, the end, and the wall. SO we pulled him out, and he was fine. No damage to him at all. I took the rest of the early morning to drill and screw the end back on. Now, there are four screws as well as the dowels holding the end on. I don't think it's going anywhere now.

9am, and I was at the office. Jim and I had a fine morning together, but it was busy enough that we didn't really get to "hang out" much. At noon, I made a quick run to the dump, and was home by 12:30. Susan and I were going to a concert, so her folks were going to watch the kids for us. We dropped them off in Somerville, and continued towards Waterville. Susan had printed out directions to Lighthouse Bible and Gift using Mapquest. Note: Mapquest stinks! It's awful. I'd always used Yahoo Maps. Yahoo will tell you things like "head west on 127 for 2 miles. Turn left, onto US RT 987 south for .674 meters." Mapquest was "Get on the road. Turn left on the street." No north, no west. No mileage. It's awful. Don't use it. We printed out maps for two destinations; for two destinations, we had to stop and ask directions! Anyway, we had lots of time, so there were no worries. We found the bookstore (no help from the maps!), and bought a couple of things.

From there, we went to Sonny G's, this great sandwich place in Winslow. No kidding, a sandwich (about $6) is the size of four slices of regular bread. A 1/2 sandwich is about two regular sandwiches you'd eat at home. And, there are like 60 sandwiches on the menu. I had the Johnny Carson (roast beef, corned beef, and provolone), and Susan had the Bill Cosby (I can't remember what's on it). I got a whole one, knowing I wanted leftovers. I'll get three meals out of the one sandwich!

Now, onto the concert. Again, Mapquest is awful. Part of their directions for this trip was "take a left onto this street, then take a right, then take another right. You know what that means? It means you've just made a circle! We ended up in the road we had just been on! Why not just continue straight? So we got to the concert. Petra was the headliner. Opening bands were Bread of Stone, some German woman (sorry, didn't get her name), and Farewell June. They were the hit of the night! Great band, they blew Petra out of the water. At least for me. If you like that big hair, 80s hard rock sound, then Petra is for you. Do you like adult alternative like Counting Crows, Gin Blossoms, and Wallflowers? This is your band! Unbelievable. I'll be getting this album. They had a song called "Welcome Home."

"Welcome good and faithful, welcome home."

Man, am I ever going to be able to hear that without thinking of Dad? Probably not.

So we got home around midnight. Sunday morning, 7:30, I made blueberry pancakes and coffee. On to chruch, where I acted as the song leader for Sunday School. Instead of the family luch we usually have, we headed back to Somerville to pick up the kids. Back home at about 3pm. I played with the kids on the floor, and listened to Click and Clack until it was time for evening church. We picked up pizza at Martime Energy ("Maritime Energy, Maritime Farm Stores, for friendly, reliable service and more!"), and hit the sack at an early (for us) 9:30pm.

About to eat: ribs and baked beans
Listening to: Muddy Waters, Hard Again

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Friday, September 23, 2005

Gina's MI-5

I'm going to make a CD of all these cuts; the soundtrack of Billy Rhythm's life. Email me if you want a copy. I've linked to the lyrics of the particular tune so you can read them. Be forwarned: lyric sites usually cause pop-up windows. Tunes without links are instrumentals. Now, onto Gina...
I read or heard somewhere that the worst thing about life is that there is no background music. Well here's your chance to create your own soundtrack for your life. As this weeks Friday Five is a bit different (only one major question), please answer each part - and then choose 5 to elaborate on the specifics, i.e. why you chose this song, etc. So here we go -

The Soundtrack of My Life

Opening Credits - "Pick Up the Pieces," Average White Band

Waking Up - Good Day Sunshine, The Beatles

Average Day - I'm Tryin', Trace Adkins

First Date - Peaceful Easy Feeling Eagles

Falling In Love - Crazy Love, Van Morrison. (I play this at just about every wedding reception I DJ. It's totally overlooked, and very sensual.)

Fight Scene - " 'Cause We've Ended as Lovers," Jeff Beck

Breaking Up - It's Too Late, Carole King

Getting Back Together - Let's Stay Together, Al Green

Secret Love - He'll Have to Go, Jim Reeves (For some reason, I always think of my grandmother--Ma--when I hear this tune. I don't know why.)

Life's Okay - Make Me Smile, Chicago

Mental Breakdown - Possession, Sarah McLachlan

Driving - Drive My Car, The Beatles

Learning a Lesson - "Practising, Practising," Charile Watts and his band

Deep Thought - Perfect Blue Buildings, Counting Crows

Flashback - If You Don't Know Me By Now, the Simply Red version. (I thought of "flashback" in the sense of a flashback scene in a movie, and not a drug induced sorta flash back.)

Partying - Brick House, The Commodores

Happy Dance - Time Warp, Rocky Horror Picture Show (This song used to be played at al the high-school dances. When I was a kid, we'd have 3-4 dances a year. It seems like they have far fewer now.)

Regretting - Flyswater/Ice Water Blues, Lyle Lovett

Long Night Alone - "Goodbye Pork Pie Hat," Charles Mingus

Death Scene - Baltimore, Lyle Lovett

Closing Credits - "Lullaby for Nicole," Johnny A

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Some Silly Quiz

It seems vaguely familiar. Perhaps I've taken it before.

Cadenza - show off.
You're a cadenza!

What musical term describes you?
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Good Morning on the Friday!

Here's quick "good morning" wishes to you all, especially Harvey. Harv, you probably aren't reading this 'til Friday evening, but I'm posting it about 12 hours prior.

I woke up this morning...

(Ba Da Ba DA DA)

No, really. I woke up this morning to the alarm. Usually, I wake up 15 minutes to 1/2 hour before I need to get up. Then I lie there lazilly, thinking "I have 15 minutes left to sleep. I have 7 minutes... I have 3 minutes..." Not this morning. Sound sleep until the alarm went off. I'm attributing it in part to the cool evenings, and I'm sleeping sounder. Of course, the previous 2-3 days I've been sleeping until right before the alarm, and waking up tired. I think I'm going to bed at 9 tonight. I've got nothing going on, really, except I need to get the lawn mowed.

Last night I taught an eBay class for adult ed. 13 students. They usually book me 8, which means 5-6 actually show. Since it was going to be so full, the scheduled me for an extra hour--three hours instead of two. I told the class "This class is usually two hours long. Since it's so big, we have an extra hour to give us time to answer all your questions, but I'll probably get you out of here early." I did. Four minutes early. I took the whole three hours!

It strikes me as funny that I can teach a three hour class, lecturing the whole time, with no notes or outlines, before a dozen people, and not get the slightest bit nervous. And yet, preaching a 1/2 hour sermon before six people on a Sunday night scares me to death!

Reading: The Human Season, Edward Lewis Wallant
Listening to: Pink Floyd's The Wall

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Wednesday, September 21, 2005


So here we are. Wednesday. Hump day. Over the hump. I'm glad for that. Yesterday was a big hump. It started in the afternoon. I hit a bit of a funk, and just couldn't pull out of it. I got home, and Julia had a friend over. Normally, no big whoop. But I just couldn't hack two seven year old girls laughing and tee-heeing. In the evening we had the pulpit committee meeting. There's a lot to this deacon thing. Especially when the other deacon hasn't been feeling well so hasn't been around much, and Dad was the third deacon. So it's really just me. Dwane, my brother-in-law, is helpful, but his recent work schedule has kept him busy. And it looks like I will be leading Bible study soon on Wednesday nights. On the drive home from the meeting, I got thinking about a small little problem my car has. And I thought about how I could no longer talk to Dad about such things. Dad was my advice machine. Need to talk? Need to work out a problem? Need sound adivce? Wisdom? Dad was my answer.

Last night, knowing my go to guy wasn't around anymore really hit hard.

Since I'm talking this stuff out, you want to know some touching (for me) moments about Dad's recent passing? Paddy and my father-in-law both used the phrase "Well done my good and faithful servant." I can't even type that without welling up... When the Coastie handed Mom the flag and said "On behalf of the President of the United States and a grateful nation..." Lump. Serious biting of the lip there. I was really touched whent the woman who used to clean Dad's office at Pen Bay spoke to me at the wake. What kind of man are you when the cleaning woman comes to your wake and says "Your father was always so much fun to be around. He used to kid me all the time!" My Dad touched so many people. So many different kinds of people. And he liked them all. Genuinely. He liked people, and was no respector of class. Man, he taught me so much, just by living his life the way he did. He gives me such a great example to strive for. I hope I can do it, Dad.

No more for now.

Feeling: Very, very sad.
Listening to: Nat King Cole

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Monday, September 19, 2005

The Weekend Wrap Up

Friday night. I was home. I'm trying to remember what went on. Not much of note, I guess. I even asked Susan what we did. "Nothing terribly exciting," she said. I think we watched Celebrity Poker Showdown.

Saturday morning I got up with the kids, and let Susan sleep in a little. At 9:30, I went over to the open house at Rockbound Computer's new building, and acted as the official liason on Midcoast Internet, giving away mugs and yo-yos. Karen and Dwight were getting married at 1pm, so I left for home about 10:45 to load equipment. I was at the hall more than my customary 1 1/2 hour early. The wedding went well. A little slow with the dancing at first, but they opened up at the end, and ended up asking me to stay an extra hour. It was nigh on 8pm by the time I was home.

Sunday morning came, and I was up at 7am. Susan made this yummy blueberry/french toast thing which was way yummy. I made coffee, which was pretty yummy too. We got the boys and Julia ready, and headed to church. I had Sunday School song duty, and I guess I pulled that off ok. I was supposed to have nursery duty, and 1/2 way through my brother-in-law Dwane spelled me so I could hear the sermon. Lunch was a Lisa's house. Julia and I snuggled on the floor while watching a boat salvage documentary in the afternoon, and I also managed to wash the dishes before evening church. Sunday supper was Subway--two for $8.99! I of course had the... Chicken/bacon ranch! I'm addicited!

Listening To: Nine Objects of Desire, Suzanne Vega
Just Finished: Chicken stuffed with goat cheese and sundried tomatoes

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Friday, September 16, 2005

Paddy's MI-5

Let's talk about love and friendship, shall we?

1) Are you a "soul mate" kind of person, or do you think that one can fall in love with any other. Or maybe you think something completely different? Elaborate.
Do I think there's only one person out there, just right for one other person, and if they don't find each other they're doomed? No. Can one person fall in love with any other? No. I think you can fall in love with all kinds of people. I also think that some people you just naturally click with. And when you find that kind of person, you get that soul mate feeling. I also believe in "love at first sight." I knew when I first saw Susan, filling the milk cooler at Mickey D's, there was something special about her. And though she wouldn't go out with me at first, I persisted, and now it's all this. When Mom met Dad, she was like six. They met at an ice skating party. She went home and told her mom that she met the boy she was going to marry. And she did.

2) Are you a one or two really close friends or many reasonably good friends type of person?
Both. I have a couple of really good friends, and a few reasonably good friends.

3) Have you ever been in love with two people at the same time? Do you feel the human heart is big enough to handle it?
No. Could it be done? Sure, I guess. Paddy says he's done it. I know how much work and time is inolved keeping one relationship happy and healthy. Doing it times two? You wouldn't be able to do anything else! And what about the physical love side? Keeping two women happy like that? I guess I'm man enough to admit I'm not man enough!

4) Did you ever have a major falling out with a friend? Perhaps one that was not resolved? No need to name names if you don't want to, but go into as much detail as time allows.
No, nothing major. Jim is the one really close friend who's close enough for me to fight with. And I know we'll get through it. We always do. But we've never had something go down that we didn't have settled by the next day.

But wait! As I wrote, I did think of one. I had this friend I was in a band with once. We needed some equipment, and we decided there would be a "band" purchase. We bought some lights and a trailer to haul gear in. When the band broke up, one guy was going to keep the trailer (towards which I paid $200) for himself, sell the lights, and use that money to pay everyone off. Instead, he kept both the trailer and the lights. I then found out he was renting the lights out to other bands. I called him to say that I would buy the lights myself. I'd pay off the other guys what they were owed, and keep the lights for my DJ business. He said "I can't let you have the lights, I'm making money with them!" Great. He was making money with gear I paid for! He lost me as a friend over $400 or so. I learned a valuable lesson: never go in on "band" gear.

5) What do you feel is the most important thing to have in a successful relationship, be it friendship, marriage, etc.?
"But now remains faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Latest Site

So another site I built went live this evening. The local tech school wanted a site detailing their truck driving school. All told, about eight hours in this site. I'm trying to think of something visually interesting to help the transition between the bottom of the black navigation bar and the white background. What that is I haven't quite figured out yet. I need something, well, truck-y. Maybe some orange safety cones? Ideas are welcome!

Listenting To: Karen's Wedding Music
Just Finished: Chicken Parm

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Quiz of the Seven Things

7 things I plan to do before I die:

1) Go to the UK.
2) Own a fire engine.
3) Own a car that is totally impractical.
4) Go to Texas
5) Own a set of Slingerland "Rolling Bombers."
6) Preach a sermon
7) Become ordained (maybe?)

7 things I can do:

1) Play a good Chicago shuffle.
2) Rub my head and pat my belly.
3) Roll my tongue.
4) Make a killer omelette.
5) Recite all 12 disciples and the books of the New Testament (in order)
6) Truthfully say I read the entire Bible, Moby Dick, and Les Miserables.
7) Parallel park on either side of the street, using only mirrors.

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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Back Up, New Template

Well, we're back up and running. Thoughts on Dad's death will come soon, but not tonight. I made this here new template, and Internet Explorer bungs it all up. It took me a while to find the "error" in my code. It rendered ok in Mozilla, but so many people use that blasted IE, that I made a sacrifice to make it render correctly. So after a couple of hours of punching that around, and then getting Greymatter to work properly, I just don't feel like writing too much. Besides, I've got a sandwich I need to eat!

About to consume: Subway Chicken Bacon Ranch
Listening To: The Temptations

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Friday, September 2, 2005

Quizes and Things

You're Elliot Stabler!

Which Law & Order: SVU character are you?
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I stole this from Amy's BadGroove.

1. Go to
2. Enter the year you graduated from high school in the search function and get the list of 100 most popular songs of that year
3. Bold the songs you like, strike through the ones you hate and underline your favorite. Do nothing to the ones you don't remember (or don't care about).
1. Hold On, Wilson Phillips
2. It Must Have Been Love, Roxette
3. Nothing Compares 2 U, Sinead O'Connor
4. Poison, Bell Biv Devoe
5. Vogue, Madonna
6. Vision Of Love, Mariah Carey
7. Another Day In Paradise, Phil Collins
8. Hold On, En Vogue
9. Cradle Of Love, Billy Idol
10. Blaze Of Glory, Jon Bon Jovi

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MI-5, as prepared my Jim, aka GKaplan

1. Would you rather get a parking ticket or leave your windows open by accident during a rain storm?
Parking ticket. Cost is much less than carpet damage on damage to the Green Hornet's fine leather seats.

2. Is there anything that you feel strongly enough about that you would protest (for it / against it)?
Sure. On street parking. ;-) I'd go to a war rally. I'd go to an abortion protest if done properly. (Showing pictures on aborted babies on placards does not help our cause.)

3. What is the worst storm you have ever experienced?
Hurricaine Gloria? The ice storm of '98? The blizzard of '93 I was actually a DJ at Coast 102.5. They wanted to make sure I could make it in for my Sunday morning show, so they got me a room at the Lord Camden Inn just around the corner from the station. Instead, I broadcast storm news Saturday night, and couldn't make it to the inn it was so bad outside. I slept under a desk in the sales office. My show on Sunday was basically reading church closings every 15 minutes. Everything was closed.

4. If you were 16 again would you live your next 10 years (16-26) differently than you did the first time?
I don't think so. Those years were pretty good to me, and I wouldn't want to screw them up.

5. Do you think punishment or reward is the best motivation?
It depends. I think as kids are learning, punishment is the better motivator, but not always. It turns around as we get older. But I think it really depends. Too many variables, I think. In general, kids=punishment, adults=reward.

Watching: the morning news
Anticipating: a Cinnamon Roll flavored Pop Tart (a new flavor) and Coffee

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Thursday, September 1, 2005

The Mid-Week What For, and Crazy Dreams

Monday was kinda ho-hum. Not much there.

Tuesday had something cool happen. My sales rep from Clear Channel had four tickets to see ZZ Top in Augusta. So Jim, Patrick, Patrick's wife Susan and I headed out to see the little band from Texas. To start the evening off right, we had supper at Longhorn Steakhouse. I had chicken and ribs, and it was delicious! The ribs were muy tender, and the chicken was tender as well, with great flavor. I think perhaps they brined it or marinated in a little something. It came with a side of jalapeńo slaw and fries. Everyone reported their food was good. By the time we hit the Civic Center, it was about 8:15, I guess. The opening act had just finished. I had wanted to see at least a little of them, but the food was so good I didn't mind. I'd rather of had the good and missed the opener. When the band started, the sound mix was not so great. It was very bass heavy. My pantlegs were flapping in the breeze created by the low end, no joke. And it was boomy, muddy low, not tight and funky. Only two of Frank Beard's cymbals could be heard, and those were the two directly beneath the overhead mics. Good things about the concert? Well, they played some of their old, good tunes, and not only their big hits. Yes, they played "Legs" and "Sharp Dressed Man," but they also played "Waitin' for the Bus," and one of my all time favorite Top tunes, "Fool for your Stockings." I'm glad I got to see them, but the show was a little too slick. I dug the simultaneous walks and stuff, but I'd rather see the Mingus Big Band blowin' for all they're worth in a smaller venue. Or Poncho Sanchez. On a scale of 1-10, I give it a 6.5. Good show (especially for free), I'd probably go see 'em again, but I wouldn't drive to Boston to see them.

Wednesday. At the office, drinking coffee, and Mom calls. She tells me Dad is acting all funny, his eyes are glazed looking, and his pulse is racing. They're going to call the ambulance, and she'd like me to meet her at the hospital. I finished my coffee, and still beat the ambulance to the hospital. Dad was conscious, but barely. He seemed like he was gasping for breath through his mouth. He hurt all over. Even the nurse putting the blood pressure cuff on made him cry out. After a battery of tests (taking almost the whole day), the figured out he had pneumonia, and that was causing a fever (almost 103), and that was causing his problem. At one point, they were discussing giving him ice chips. Mom was cold, so I, living nearby, offered to run home and get her a sweater. I told Dad I was leaving, and he said "If it's icy out, have the sheriff call me when you get home so I know you're safe." Even in his haze he was concerned for me.

Wednesday night. I had this dream that in order for Dad to be admitted to the hospital, he needed to have a resume. So I was working on updating his resume and converting it to PDF format. Part of his resume needed by the hospital was a meal menu on what Dad would eat while he was in. The file I had though had Dad's meal menu from yesterday. I woke up, nervous, looking all around. Susan asked me what was wrong.

"I need to update Dad's menus," I said.

She said "Go back to sleep."

Thursday. Not much going on at the office. Art, one of our part-timers is taking vacation. Paddy is too. So I worked on the tech floor all day. I called the hospital about 9, and got to talk to Dad. He was doing soooo much better. He was taking, saying he wanted to go home. It appears the antibiotics they gave him were working. In the afternoon I had a physical. I hadn't been to the doc's since '98. Blood pressure was 124/80. Weight was 265, which was less than I thought it would be. Dr. Steele says I'm basically healthy, but I should get more exercise (which I know I should, and Susan and I are trying to take more walks). Since it was nigh on 5pm by the time I was done, I didn't go back to the office, and went and saw Dad. He looked good, and had had many visitors. He was tired, so I didn't stay long--maybe 20 minutes. When I got home, Susan was cleaning the kitchen. After she was done, I made supper. Put the boys to bed, and now I write for you.

Harvey, I hope this was worth the wait!

Watching: (Well, Susan's watching) Survivor re-runs
Just finished: a steak sandwich and a steak sandwich

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

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