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Huh... what happened?

I have no idea where the summer went. I’m sitting here watching back-to-school commercials and I haven’t even picked what school the kids are going to. The children are all transitioning so it’s a great time to get them in better schools — except I haven’t a clue where those schools might be. I’d love to discuss it with them but I don’t see very much of the little darlings.

Between Florida and various relatives I figure I’ve had about six days with them since school let out. I know that I haven’t seen much of them because I miss them and that doesn’t happen often.

The Bazoomi and the memorial service is over. We made it.

The Bazoomi rocked and the memorial service was brutal. Pretty much what I expected and while it was hard I’m left with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude to the dozens of people who pulled together for my family. They made music, they cried with us and laughed at our silly stories. They oohed and ahhed at our fireworks and forced food on us when we needed it.

Thank-you. I love you guys.

This weekend, it’s me and the boy. My kids are still gone and my mother and J. are flying to the west coast for a bit of vacation. So, I find myself in charge of a particularly active sixteen-year old and the football team that lives in the garage. I’m a little nervous — the fellows pulled out the furniture and pressure washed the floor of their drug den clubhouse. I think they have some plans.