Thank You, Dee Snider; a Hint of Other News
The Ranting Ranger: "What does a duck say?"
The Boy: "Quack quack quack."
TRR: "What does [The Boy] say?"
TB: " ... what does [The Boy] say?"
TRR: "Whatever he wants! What does [The Boy] say?"
TB: "I wanna rock!"
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My apologies for not keeping up on anything here. I know I have at least two major trips, an old job that ended better than the previous post suggested it might, a new job that kicks ass, and various the Boy antics that could all use some treatment here, but for now, just a quick summing up of this Father's Day:
I awoke to hand-made cards from the Wife and the Boy, who also provided a Bay Nature magazine. After a decent day of work, the Wife and the Boy arrived to join me for dinner and a walk in the park. The Wife, having risen too early and incurred a nasty headache, forgot the civilian clothes she packed for me once we finalized our plans at midday, and she forgot the camera, too. Fortunately for you, the Boy staged a dramatization in the apartment today:
I can definitely get used to these Father's Days at Point Reyes. Joy.
Now that I have a set schedule at a job that doesn't intrude on my consciousness during all my free time, I hope to find the time to get caught up here.
The Boy: "Quack quack quack."
TRR: "What does [The Boy] say?"
TB: " ... what does [The Boy] say?"
TRR: "Whatever he wants! What does [The Boy] say?"
TB: "I wanna rock!"
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My apologies for not keeping up on anything here. I know I have at least two major trips, an old job that ended better than the previous post suggested it might, a new job that kicks ass, and various the Boy antics that could all use some treatment here, but for now, just a quick summing up of this Father's Day:
I awoke to hand-made cards from the Wife and the Boy, who also provided a Bay Nature magazine. After a decent day of work, the Wife and the Boy arrived to join me for dinner and a walk in the park. The Wife, having risen too early and incurred a nasty headache, forgot the civilian clothes she packed for me once we finalized our plans at midday, and she forgot the camera, too. Fortunately for you, the Boy staged a dramatization in the apartment today:
I can definitely get used to these Father's Days at Point Reyes. Joy.
Now that I have a set schedule at a job that doesn't intrude on my consciousness during all my free time, I hope to find the time to get caught up here.