I trotted into work this morning half way hoping the day would go smoothly for us, it’s a bit misty rain out and slightly cool so no outdoors jobs are really needed. The minute I sat down my cell started beeping and the office phone rang. My cell had a text message and the phone was my Mom, both were from her.
She didn’t have the best of news to give me, seems as if an old friend just died suddenly last night from a bronchial disorder of some sort. I don’t have the full details yet, she moved to Atlanta over 5 years ago to marry, she was barely in her late 40s.
You are probably reading this and wondering why this concerns me so, she was a family friend and my teacher and also Jacks teacher. She proctored our final exams and would sub the days my Mom was out for various reasons.
Jacks was in love with her, I think she was his first crush, he would sit looking all googly eyed at her as she spoke French or taught math, I always figured it was the love of learning for him but it was Jane.
I remember she was a big factor in my decision to go to private school; she would come in with her high school memorabilia books and pictures. Telling me about all the fun she had through high school and what I would be missing. She was voted Best Looking in her class and back then I could see why. She was a cheerleader and Most Popular. The one piece of advice she gave me, “join as much as you can tolerate, don’t be an outcast and enjoy everyday, as it goes so quickly.”
I remember seeing her out one night when I was underage in a bar in Atlanta. She spotted me across the room and laughed as she pointed her finger at me. I just knew she was going to call my parents and tell on me but she didn’t, she even asked me to dance. She was cool like that, about 2 years ago I ran into her again and we talked about that night and the dance. She snickered and said the reason why she asked for the dance is to see how drunk I was, if I was wasted, she would make me leave; if I could stand then she wouldn’t worry.
She didn’t have children and her parents are both gone but I’m sure she took her own advice and enjoyed everyday because yes, it does go so quickly.
Thursday, February 26
Wednesday, February 25
Usual babbles
This week has been ultra busy for me, the café is about to have its grand opening. I’ve been having a different meal each lunch day from there --- putting Bee through her paces. She loves it.
I made mention to the country club members about doing some upgrades for them, at first they seemed hesitant then I showed them some pictures from a previous country club I worked on. I’m keeping my fingers crossed they might be impressed. This will be something to have over the summer to keep me extra busy, besides if we start now the majority of the work will be completed before summer is over – man that means working near a pool and girls in bathing suits…damn what a terrible job.
Also did my weekly check on everyone, Luke and his crew is marching along, his Kyle is in a play and Camen is in that”No” stage, Julie is getting bigger by the day with the twins and hasn’t been too bad on the morning sickness. I reminded him about the 13th for the group birthday bash for Lori my G and PG since they are all March babies.
My Next call was to Jacks, well I text him first since I didn’t know if he might be in school or work or a pile of blankets. He was on his way from school to work, God I don’t know how he does it and then has play time too. He was shocked that it was going to be on a Friday instead of on the weekend, my Grand’s are going on a church retreat that weekend and for the following week. I suggested that he ride his bike over that we could take a tiny trip, me following almost to his home and then going on to the casinos.
After that, I called The Idiot, to let him know his daughters’ birthday was arriving soon. He grumbled some answer to me about of course he would be there and what would be a good present. I suggested money, what little girl doesn’t like money? Then he of course asked if I found his missing tool set, of course not but to give me a detailed description of each missing item, I’m going to kill this conversation in just purchasing the fool a new set. Mom has had her good days these past few months, just a little pain here and there. She eventually recovered from the flu, so her color is coming back. Next week she has to have a spinal tap done to check on her blood count I think she said? She’s dreading that I know, ah the hoops we jump through to keep healthy
I made mention to the country club members about doing some upgrades for them, at first they seemed hesitant then I showed them some pictures from a previous country club I worked on. I’m keeping my fingers crossed they might be impressed. This will be something to have over the summer to keep me extra busy, besides if we start now the majority of the work will be completed before summer is over – man that means working near a pool and girls in bathing suits…damn what a terrible job.
Also did my weekly check on everyone, Luke and his crew is marching along, his Kyle is in a play and Camen is in that”No” stage, Julie is getting bigger by the day with the twins and hasn’t been too bad on the morning sickness. I reminded him about the 13th for the group birthday bash for Lori my G and PG since they are all March babies.
My Next call was to Jacks, well I text him first since I didn’t know if he might be in school or work or a pile of blankets. He was on his way from school to work, God I don’t know how he does it and then has play time too. He was shocked that it was going to be on a Friday instead of on the weekend, my Grand’s are going on a church retreat that weekend and for the following week. I suggested that he ride his bike over that we could take a tiny trip, me following almost to his home and then going on to the casinos.
After that, I called The Idiot, to let him know his daughters’ birthday was arriving soon. He grumbled some answer to me about of course he would be there and what would be a good present. I suggested money, what little girl doesn’t like money? Then he of course asked if I found his missing tool set, of course not but to give me a detailed description of each missing item, I’m going to kill this conversation in just purchasing the fool a new set. Mom has had her good days these past few months, just a little pain here and there. She eventually recovered from the flu, so her color is coming back. Next week she has to have a spinal tap done to check on her blood count I think she said? She’s dreading that I know, ah the hoops we jump through to keep healthy
Monday, February 23
So the weekend was good...was yours?
I raced out as soon as I closed the doors on Friday night to start off my weekend. Hooters with the guys and the boat house the only drawback to being on the boat house is that my cell doesn’t appear to work. Will that stop me from going – no?
Saturday was spent on the golf course whacking away at little white ball, we all loaded up early that morning and headed for the course. After was spent at the clubhouse chatting away with some of the others hoping for an early spring. As I’m sitting there enjoying the conversation a familiar form waltzes in the door, it’s my ex. Oh joy, she’s joined or found out this is my new hangout for the spring.
Later she made it over to our table, how could she not miss us, Wayne had a few too many cocktails and began his usual loud banter about the economy. I wanted the ground to swallow me up right then and there.
First question I asked her is where Elijah might be, “oh with a baby sitter slash roommate” well, whatever. My next question -- what she doing here, yes this is a free country and yes she can go anywhere she wants. But why my country club, Savannah has a million golf courses and country clubs why this particular one? She gave me no distinct answer, how ever she was looking into some part time employment there so that Elijah could do the day care for free. I can’t hold that against her.
I didn’t let having her presence near dampen my spirits and we all opted to check out the tennis courts and pool. I’ve been contemplating a proposal to the club members of an overhaul of those areas for the last two years, this might be the year.
Sunday I missed out on my Gs cooking, she had a wedding to help with and PG was out of pocket going to some ball tournament. I spent most of my day working in my own yard. Tuning up my bike and washing it down from the winter storage. I called and caught Jacks in mid shopping spree; he was at the food store buying for his dinner that night. “Jess and I are making baked chicken and potatoes and veggies.” Wow, where did the exciting dinner meals she was teaching him to cook go? He explained later that this is what he wanted to have, Ok Mr. Plain James, why not kick it up a notch and have some steaks or kabobs? One day or night I will get Mr. Health Nut to break down and have a beer with me and it some good sloppy food.
Saturday was spent on the golf course whacking away at little white ball, we all loaded up early that morning and headed for the course. After was spent at the clubhouse chatting away with some of the others hoping for an early spring. As I’m sitting there enjoying the conversation a familiar form waltzes in the door, it’s my ex. Oh joy, she’s joined or found out this is my new hangout for the spring.
Later she made it over to our table, how could she not miss us, Wayne had a few too many cocktails and began his usual loud banter about the economy. I wanted the ground to swallow me up right then and there.
First question I asked her is where Elijah might be, “oh with a baby sitter slash roommate” well, whatever. My next question -- what she doing here, yes this is a free country and yes she can go anywhere she wants. But why my country club, Savannah has a million golf courses and country clubs why this particular one? She gave me no distinct answer, how ever she was looking into some part time employment there so that Elijah could do the day care for free. I can’t hold that against her.
I didn’t let having her presence near dampen my spirits and we all opted to check out the tennis courts and pool. I’ve been contemplating a proposal to the club members of an overhaul of those areas for the last two years, this might be the year.
Sunday I missed out on my Gs cooking, she had a wedding to help with and PG was out of pocket going to some ball tournament. I spent most of my day working in my own yard. Tuning up my bike and washing it down from the winter storage. I called and caught Jacks in mid shopping spree; he was at the food store buying for his dinner that night. “Jess and I are making baked chicken and potatoes and veggies.” Wow, where did the exciting dinner meals she was teaching him to cook go? He explained later that this is what he wanted to have, Ok Mr. Plain James, why not kick it up a notch and have some steaks or kabobs? One day or night I will get Mr. Health Nut to break down and have a beer with me and it some good sloppy food.
Tuesday, February 17
Memories is it a way to really look back?
Last Sunday my G and PG were full of memories, a lot of them of the time they were growing up. You know the old song and dance of “I walked five miles to and from school everyday” or “my X-box was a tin can on a string”. My sister sits in awe and a bit of boredom since she has no clue to what they are talking about.
I like being with my grandparents, they have some of the coolest ideas that are plain and simple. Remedies that will crack you up but do the trick, hearts so big to be able to listen to your every complaint and then throw some good advice your way.
My G is very plain spoken woman, she tells you like it is, right then and there. She always was the one that would tell us how to act around the ladies. On many occasions she would help me out with questions about the opposite sex, yes I still have them. When she cooks she still cooks for an army. Well, she did have seven boys and four girls; I guess it’s hard to stop cooking that way.
My PG on the other hand is a prankster, into everything and a big day dreamer. My favorite thing about him is when he talks in mid sentence he forgets the subject. “Now, what point was I trying to get to?” Of course since he had his stroke so many years ago his thought processes aren’t the same. The guy literally was a rocket scientist and in fact we have a bumper sticker on his truck that says “Well yes, I AM a rocket scientist”. Now all he likes to do is go to all the little kids’ ball games and give out suckers and hugs.
They both are a match made in heaven; they had a long wait until they could marry. My PG was in the army and met her in France; he didn’t like the idea of marrying her and then something happening to him so they waited. Her parents didn’t like the idea that she was seeing an American; in fact they had already picked out her husband.
He would write her long love letters and the plans he had made for them. That was their modern time “internet” love affair. After his term of service he ran back to France to claim his wife, still her parents didn’t like the idea, so he worked in her town for a while in hopes they would grow accustomed to him.
After nearly a year on a stormy night, my PG asked her to run away with him. She later said that she’d been waiting for him to ask months earlier. They married and moved to Florida to start a family; both were in their teens but in so much love.
Eleven kids later and umpteen grandkids and even a few great grand’s, they are both silly in love; he holds her hand in church and the mall. Insists on getting her car door and any other door for her for that matter. They have seen so many changes and won and lost many battles but each trial brings them closer together.
I did learn a lot last Sunday; I even had a glimpse of myself on that front porch in so many years.
I like being with my grandparents, they have some of the coolest ideas that are plain and simple. Remedies that will crack you up but do the trick, hearts so big to be able to listen to your every complaint and then throw some good advice your way.
My G is very plain spoken woman, she tells you like it is, right then and there. She always was the one that would tell us how to act around the ladies. On many occasions she would help me out with questions about the opposite sex, yes I still have them. When she cooks she still cooks for an army. Well, she did have seven boys and four girls; I guess it’s hard to stop cooking that way.
My PG on the other hand is a prankster, into everything and a big day dreamer. My favorite thing about him is when he talks in mid sentence he forgets the subject. “Now, what point was I trying to get to?” Of course since he had his stroke so many years ago his thought processes aren’t the same. The guy literally was a rocket scientist and in fact we have a bumper sticker on his truck that says “Well yes, I AM a rocket scientist”. Now all he likes to do is go to all the little kids’ ball games and give out suckers and hugs.
They both are a match made in heaven; they had a long wait until they could marry. My PG was in the army and met her in France; he didn’t like the idea of marrying her and then something happening to him so they waited. Her parents didn’t like the idea that she was seeing an American; in fact they had already picked out her husband.
He would write her long love letters and the plans he had made for them. That was their modern time “internet” love affair. After his term of service he ran back to France to claim his wife, still her parents didn’t like the idea, so he worked in her town for a while in hopes they would grow accustomed to him.
After nearly a year on a stormy night, my PG asked her to run away with him. She later said that she’d been waiting for him to ask months earlier. They married and moved to Florida to start a family; both were in their teens but in so much love.
Eleven kids later and umpteen grandkids and even a few great grand’s, they are both silly in love; he holds her hand in church and the mall. Insists on getting her car door and any other door for her for that matter. They have seen so many changes and won and lost many battles but each trial brings them closer together.
I did learn a lot last Sunday; I even had a glimpse of myself on that front porch in so many years.
Friday, February 13
The 13th!!
Are you suppositious? I think I am in some ways and in some not I like to look up the origins of them, like why you drop rose petals on the ground during a wedding? So that evil spirits won’t come up out of the ground and get the bride.
Savannah is big into witch craft and dark magic, Friday 13ths just make it more fun. Its like mini Halloweens and we have plenty this year.
My G always told me if you find a coin on the ground no matter what to pick it up. Head or tails it didn’t matter, it meant that someone that’s has died is thinking about you. One year, and I may start it again this year, I collected all the coins and folding money into a jar just to see how much I could collect. I had over a good 30 bucks, that’s some beer and pizza for me and a pal.
Tonight some of the gang wants to do the graveyard tour they give here. I will feel so like a tourist bobbing along the tombstones listening to the fabled stories. Should be some fun.
Tomorrow all should be well since its Valentines Day….right……The day that candy and card makers try and make a buck. Well thank goodness Lori is out of that craze with us and Mom and G have their own Valentine men to take care of them. I plan on fishing and playing a round of golf if the weather is permitting. Then the boathouse for some late night entertainment, because you won’t be able to get into any decent restaurants from the love bird crowds. I sit and I type this and the whole time my head flashes back to the terror I witnessed last night with that flight crashing into a home in Buffalo. When I see things like this it makes everything in my world a little less dramatic to me, a little less important.
Savannah is big into witch craft and dark magic, Friday 13ths just make it more fun. Its like mini Halloweens and we have plenty this year.
My G always told me if you find a coin on the ground no matter what to pick it up. Head or tails it didn’t matter, it meant that someone that’s has died is thinking about you. One year, and I may start it again this year, I collected all the coins and folding money into a jar just to see how much I could collect. I had over a good 30 bucks, that’s some beer and pizza for me and a pal.
Tonight some of the gang wants to do the graveyard tour they give here. I will feel so like a tourist bobbing along the tombstones listening to the fabled stories. Should be some fun.
Tomorrow all should be well since its Valentines Day….right……The day that candy and card makers try and make a buck. Well thank goodness Lori is out of that craze with us and Mom and G have their own Valentine men to take care of them. I plan on fishing and playing a round of golf if the weather is permitting. Then the boathouse for some late night entertainment, because you won’t be able to get into any decent restaurants from the love bird crowds. I sit and I type this and the whole time my head flashes back to the terror I witnessed last night with that flight crashing into a home in Buffalo. When I see things like this it makes everything in my world a little less dramatic to me, a little less important.
Monday, February 9
Do you hate Mondays?
I do! After having two days of carefree time I hate the idea of getting out of the bed and slothing on clothes to sit in the office for the majority of the day. I’m not the only one that feels that way. I talked to Jacks this morning and he was flying about the house trying to find his truck keys, he opted out for his bike but didn’t want to do that because it looked like rain.
PG and I had a nice relaxing Sunday, sitting on the front porch chatting it up and watching the birds fly. We both knew we had chores to do but couldn’t get up to start them, darn my G for making some great food. He was conned into going to a cupcake decoration class with Lori every Thursday night for the next 6 weeks. That can’t be all bad they get to eat what they make!
Friday night was the boys’ night out; we didn’t do much but eat wings and drink beer with a few games of darts and pool. Slow and easy with no drama, maybe because it was just the guys and the girls didn’t tag along!
Saturday night was spent with Trace and Michelle. I swear they act as if they are over 50 with little dinners and a movie, just inviting a few friends over to be calm. I didn’t mind doing that either, besides the next day you feel a whole hell of a lot better.
PG and I had a nice relaxing Sunday, sitting on the front porch chatting it up and watching the birds fly. We both knew we had chores to do but couldn’t get up to start them, darn my G for making some great food. He was conned into going to a cupcake decoration class with Lori every Thursday night for the next 6 weeks. That can’t be all bad they get to eat what they make!
Friday night was the boys’ night out; we didn’t do much but eat wings and drink beer with a few games of darts and pool. Slow and easy with no drama, maybe because it was just the guys and the girls didn’t tag along!
Saturday night was spent with Trace and Michelle. I swear they act as if they are over 50 with little dinners and a movie, just inviting a few friends over to be calm. I didn’t mind doing that either, besides the next day you feel a whole hell of a lot better.
Friday, February 6
Settling things
I talked to a friend yesterday who was down in the dumps; it appears her boss is being a total jerk. The girl I know has a supervisor who has to be the identical twin to the guy I work with at the City, Mr. Ask-a-Million-Questions. So her supervisor romps in to see their boss and this guy makes assumptions that she not happy with her job, granted I wouldn’t be either but the girl is in to work on time every day does her it and minds her own business. Well to make a long story sort she got a bad report and she was angry about it. She didn’t have to guts enough to ask where this information came from.
First off, I would come down on the supervisor saying all that crap about her. Second the boss, who is rarely around, should get a clue, if someone is there on time, does their requirements for the day properly – that might give me an idea they might enjoy their job.
I guess what grinds me is that someone in a high position would listen to just one person to give a bad review. Yes, the guy is a supervisor but it just doesn’t add up to me.
If one of my employees were to come in and say “Diane hates her job” I’d have to laugh. Diane comes in every day, does her work and then has time to give me a hassle. She likes her job….
First off, I would come down on the supervisor saying all that crap about her. Second the boss, who is rarely around, should get a clue, if someone is there on time, does their requirements for the day properly – that might give me an idea they might enjoy their job.
I guess what grinds me is that someone in a high position would listen to just one person to give a bad review. Yes, the guy is a supervisor but it just doesn’t add up to me.
If one of my employees were to come in and say “Diane hates her job” I’d have to laugh. Diane comes in every day, does her work and then has time to give me a hassle. She likes her job….
Tuesday, February 3
Nah nah!!
My team won the Super bowl! The weekend was a blast, practically starting after my last post here. No major injuries during our own Super bowl in the field on Saturday. I swear for me to be in my early 20s I felt like an old man, not running like that in such a long time.
Lori wanted to be cheerleader but soon grew tired of it after the guys gushed on her. She quickly found some girls to hang out with and let us be. This means we could use all the foul language we wanted and not worry. We did.
Super Sunday was very fulfilling; we cooked out and in and settled for the game, the house boat smelled so sweet with all the foods. The great thing about being on the boat there are others (very close) doing the same as us, so you could go visit other boats and check out their grub. I did.
Monday was pretty much slow; I had to check out for a while and decided to spend a couple of hours with Amy. All I can say is “interesting” and I blame it all on Jacks. Actually we had a really good time and I enjoyed every minute of it. Minus the part her little sister was in the back ground howling like some wild caged animal.
I spoke to Jacks some as well; he’s in sorts or out of sorts – how ever you say it. I guess some people are playing games with his head this weekend has given him mixed emotions. On top of that they sent him home early last week from work because my idiot of a father kept disturbing him. This fantastic news was revealed to me this morning. Maybe its time for a “meeting of the minds” were we three can sit down and resolve the Case of the Missing Equipment, drama and end it for once and for all.
Lori wanted to be cheerleader but soon grew tired of it after the guys gushed on her. She quickly found some girls to hang out with and let us be. This means we could use all the foul language we wanted and not worry. We did.
Super Sunday was very fulfilling; we cooked out and in and settled for the game, the house boat smelled so sweet with all the foods. The great thing about being on the boat there are others (very close) doing the same as us, so you could go visit other boats and check out their grub. I did.
Monday was pretty much slow; I had to check out for a while and decided to spend a couple of hours with Amy. All I can say is “interesting” and I blame it all on Jacks. Actually we had a really good time and I enjoyed every minute of it. Minus the part her little sister was in the back ground howling like some wild caged animal.
I spoke to Jacks some as well; he’s in sorts or out of sorts – how ever you say it. I guess some people are playing games with his head this weekend has given him mixed emotions. On top of that they sent him home early last week from work because my idiot of a father kept disturbing him. This fantastic news was revealed to me this morning. Maybe its time for a “meeting of the minds” were we three can sit down and resolve the Case of the Missing Equipment, drama and end it for once and for all.
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