07.30.03
Nothing happy to report
Today’s the last day for me to swim.
Today I twiddled my thumbs.
Today it’s only 93°F.
Today I am updating my blog.
See, there is a little ray of sunshine.
Updated Blog Style
Trying to be a little more up to date with the color scheme and style of the site.
07.18.03
Gladys Clark
Amanda’s grandmother, Gladys Clark died Wednesday morning.
Like so many people, I found it hard to believe that this 90 year old woman was sick, much less mortally ill.
I don’t recall when exactly I saw her last. She was always around and and we’ll always miss her.
The obituary as it appeared in the Courier. LINK
07.01.03
More on Harry Potter
Every 12 year old that finds out that I’ve finished the book asks, “who dies?”
I’m not going to tell! Nah nah nah na nah na!
Predictions about the future books - - - - - - - -
As per the “death” . . . In the finest spirit of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and comic books everywhere, they’ve left themselves “an out.” The dead ‘un will be back.
After getting his own wand, Neville is going to kick some major booté next year. I hope his newfound power doesn’t go to his head.
Hermione is going to be found mysteriously strangled in her own knitting. Everyone recieves extra puddings for the next week.
What is Funny?
Last night Amanda and I were lying in bed discussing the new Harry Potter Book. I finished it Sunday and Amanda finished it last evening. We were having a good time laughing away at something.
Sure enough we hear the pitter-pat of little feet. Avery sticks her head around the corner. “Are you guys telling a joke?”
“Come in. Come in.” I say. She crawls up between us.
“Tell me a joke,” she says.
Feeling put on the spot, all I can think of is, “What do you do with an elephant with three balls? Don’t know? Walk him and pitch to the Rhinoceros.”
[. . . Crickets . . . .]
Mandy says, “I’ll go brush my teeth.”
“I have a joke,” says Avery. Looking at the vent in the center of our ceiling, she says, “Why did the heater come out of the vent?”
“I don’t know,” says I, “Why did the heater come out of the vent?”
“It came down the pipe and took out that big nail and came out.”
[. . . more crickets . . . . ]
“Why is that funny? I don’t understand,” I say.
She says, very clearly, slowly and loudly, “WHY . . . DID . . . THE . . . HEATER . . . . ”
At this point toothpaste foams out of Amanda’s nose.
Amanda did not stop laughing for 15 minutes.