Count Down

“Reason notwithstanding, the Universe continues unabated” - Douglas Adams

By the time you read this, the countdown will likely be over. If you are numerologically inclined, that is, for today is 9-8-7. It must portend some sort of disaster, of course, but I can’t think what since we have already survived 8-7-6, 7-6-5, 6-5-4, 5-4-3, 4-3-2, 3-2-1, and even 2-1-0, not to mention the much dreaded 6-6-6.

I’m glad something was headed down, though, since the thermometer was not. Very hot, very humid, and the only places we have air conditioning these days are at work, in the car, and in one bedroom (whose? the two that pay the bills, naturally).

“The Pajama Game” rehearsals are in full swing, and on Wednesday night I started learning how to dance. And on Thursday morning I learned how to limp. Well, I already knew how, but I got something of a refresher course. The choreographer and my dancing partner both said I did well, and I know from experience that they are probably lying to make me feel better, the dears. But I’ll work hard not to embarass them in front of an audience. I get to try it again tomorrow.

House building is, well, house building, with all the usual delays and complications, most of them caused by our own conflicting work schedules. But there is progress being made.

I must apologive for the lack of progress on pictures. There is really no excuse; it’s not that hard anymore to create a new gallery, but it just keeps slipping through the cracks. Perhaps I will do another “catch up” gallery tomorrow. And I think it’s time for a new banner of summer scenes, since the end of summer is almost here.

Okay, maybe I’m dreaming. But maybe I’ll surprise you. Maybe.

On Vacation

Finishing up our vacation for the long weekend. We are down in Connecticut, spending time at the beach and exploring the area around East Lime.

We stopped briefly at the Mohegan Sun in Uncasville, where the kids stayed at the play place and parents went and had a grown-up meal at the buffet. I gambled for all of fifteen minutes--the casino was very crowded--and when we picked up the boys, Karen indulged her passion for claw machines.

Tell me, what is worse: winning two hideous large-headed Care Bears stuffed animals, or having two children and winning only one? Karen was trying to win a giant Koosh ball, but none would yield to the claw.

Stayed at a Motel 6 in Niantic the last two nights, a clean, pleasant, and easy-to-find place with a pool and easy freeway access, though the TV blew out the first morning, and they had no replacement. Thank goodness for portable DVD players. Just wish they had a wireless connection.

Tomorrow Thomas starts his senior year in high school, William the first grade. Daniel is a year from kindergarten, but is graduating to a new room in preschool. And Karen and I are back to the grind and trying to move the house project along.

Long weekends never seem all that long.