May 05, 2009

It has been brought to my attention...

...that the last time this page changed, it was an entirely different month.

What’s the old saying? “Time flies when you’re having so much garbage to shovel that after the first hour you’d already gone through the entire gross of flimsy plastic sporks they gave you and so afterwards you had to make do with both hands and a torn Ziploc bag, not that it matters, because the garbage pile grows logarithmically, and to help out, a large array of new garbage spewing machines has been set up in a pleasing pattern about you so that no matter where you look, a cascading rainbow of effluvia splatters all around with an annoying, thrumming, ‘ta-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa-pocketa’—” oh—wait, that’s not how it goes, is it?

No matter. Anyway, it’s been busy here, which is good considering the amount of non-business going on in other parts of the economy, but the genial watercooler quip about at least having job security still doesn’t ring quite true. You never really know what could be around the corner, other than it’s probably large and hungry and full of teeth. Something about having parents who grew up during the Depression does that to you.

So, anyway, work continues.

Family? Yep, they still exist. School’s about out, which is weird, because they started in August, and that was just last week. All the kids continue to grow up—Boy’s now nearly a head higher than me. Luckily, I can still take him, since I outweigh him by another him. He just got back from a band cruise that stopped in Cozumel, so he had to go get checked for the flu because of the cough he had. Caused by staying in the pool nearly the entire trip. No flu, no strep. And he didn’t get swept overboard or have his guts liquefied by either Mexican water or a contaminated salad bar or get caught up in the crossfire of a drug cartel gun battle. All of which are things parents imagine happening until said child is back at home. He had a bad sunburn, too.

Tiny Terror got herself an iPod Touch. She’s been saving her money for months and months now, and after all that saving and a robbery of the Great Crayon Bank, she’s now part of the iGeneration. Pretty cool little tool. The iPod, that is.

Middle Girl is still rockin’ right along—just finished up soccer season, still working at the vet’s office, still making good grades (they all do, but she seems a bit more driven to do her work).

Oldest has finished her first year of college. For long-time readers, you can all pretty well imagine how it went. For first-timers, you don’t really want to know.

Miss Reba is still working too much, but it’s not as bad as it was. Or at least it doesn’t seem that way, looking at it from the outside.

As for other stuff, I just don’t have enough excess brain capacity to ponder much more than the fundamental things of remembering to wake up each morning, brushing my teeth, and making sure I have on most of my clothes. Every couple of days I see something that angries up the blood and makes me want to launch a tirade, but then I have to get back to shoveling. Like, right now, for instance.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 5, 2009 06:51 AM

I was just thinking it was time for a Possum update. You have been sadly remiss, and I can tell you so. I, of course, posted not on one, but two actual days for the month of April, giving me a fat %100 increase over the amount of Possumness posted in the month.

It's important to us that you keep bureaucratizing - the One (accompanied by the lovely and talented Mrs. One) has Assured us that gummint men like your own fine self are all that stands between us and SwineConomicFlu-like Systematic Destruction of Civilization Like Symptoms.

So keep up the good work so the rest of us can sit back and wait for our checks from the idle Rich.

Posted by: skinnydan at May 5, 2009 08:14 AM

Well, hey, it's not like I blog anymore. I gave that up long ago. I do, however, salute your incredibly prodigious output of content.

As for bureaucratizing, I do what I can, but obviously I'm not quite to the vaunted level of Community Organizer. One day, perhaps... (Unless, of course, we're talking about those awful tea party types, who are organizing the entirely wrong sorts of communities.)

Finally, as for your check, there may be a problem. Under the terms of the Ommibus Idle Rich Reconciliation and Reassignment Act, your status has been modified to that of Idle Rich. Please get our your checkbook...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 5, 2009 10:15 AM

I'd be delighted to pull out the tome de cheques for you old bean, but don't you know it's Farnsworth's day off?

The poor chap is so worn out from pitting the olives for my martinis and polishing the jag-ewe-are I just had to let him fritter off to town for the pee em.

P'raps we'll have him run it over before we head off for the weekend in St. Tropez, eh what?

Posted by: skinnydan at May 5, 2009 12:14 PM

Tome de cheques--I tell you, Austrian is such a beautiful language.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 5, 2009 02:45 PM

Glad to see a post! I check in weekly for your monthly posts.

Posted by: billwms01 at May 7, 2009 05:17 AM

Apparently you're not the only one--Larry Anderson wrote to remind me I was in danger of breaking the Axis of Weevil rule of at least one post per month.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 7, 2009 06:41 AM