I sold virtually all of my electrics to a private collector a couple of weeks ago.
Last night, I finalized the sale of most of my acoustic stringed instruments to a different private collector.
Mrs. Scoutmaster is already making plans for the guitar room in the basement, once the storage racks are removed (after the buyer picks up the guitars today).
Ni gets married in seventeen days.
San quit her job at Chick-fil-A earlier this year and took a job as a server at a popular local restaurant about 2-1/2 months ago. Saturday was her last night. She couldn't handle the crude language in the food service industry, the constant sexual comments and jokes, tipsy customers, and being hit on by coworkers and customers (the restaurant is close to a couple of large hotels). San has lived in a bubble. Tips were excellent (typical Friday or Saturday night was more than a week at CFA), though widely variable from customer to customer.
Chick-fil-A wants her back as a shift manager (which could interfere with her class scheduling in the fall), and she's also looking at a local cupcake bakery that's owned by a member of our congregation.
San is discussing changing major from nursing (her planned major, along with youth minister, for the last five+ years) to interior design. Ack.
On Friday, I start a new form of medical treatment, physical therapy, and probably a few micro-operations to see if I can gain use of the fingers on my left hand.
Ichi is still Ichi. He and I recently went through photos from Philmont 2000 and 2002.
Today, I'm one-handedly helping three second-grade teachers (including Mrs. Scoutmaster) clean out their trailers 'learning cottages.' Catz are good. Dogz are great. I think that brings us up to date.
Thanks for the update. Nobody was killed here while I was at my prayer group, but it was a near thing.
Getting organized for Tom’s and Elen’s camp jobs. Jamie-our-hairdresser is coming over to do Youth Protection training so she can help at Day Camp. She’ll also cut my hair. Maybe we’ll go to the gym later, after Kathleen’s nap.
I hope the new treatment is helpful with your fingers.
"Everbody's tryin' a get into the act!" -- Jimmy Durante