Who’s 39?
We went to the “kite festival” in Lake Park (where we use the pool) earlier today. The winds were light, so kite-flying was episodic, but it’s a beautiful sunny day and everyone was out to enjoy it. The Swim Team Boosters were selling hot dogs and snacks. Tom and Elen helped a bit, but they had so many adult volunteers hanging out that they really didn’t need the kids.
I signed up to work the primary for a State Representative candidate. We’ve been redistricted away from our current rep, and the Democrat incumbent of the new district didn’t file for reelection, so there’s no Democrat (not unusual in this area!). Both Republicans running are okay choices, but one’s a normal guy and one’s a Colossal Noodle, and I think the normal guy will do better in Raleigh. I worked for the Noodle when he ran for County Commissioner, because the other choices were crooks.
I kinda wish I were 39, but with the knowledge I’ve gained since then...
This storm that is coming is really puckering up to blow. Since I have no one to care for The Stig until Wednesday, I can’t go with my son and his family to St. George. So they won’t stop here tonight...just push on to SG and come back on Tuesday. He used the excuse that they were “trying to save money,” but I’m confused about what the difference is between paying for a hotel tonight and one for Tuesday.
Then he said her folks were expecting them to go to church with them in the morning. I said, “You did that last time. Why don’t you go to church with me, this time?” No deal.
OK. I got it.
So I will continue to clean house and watch the storm. The Stig is just as happy, I think.
At least I didn’t pack...
“Who’s 39?”
Jack Benny