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Friday, August 6th, 2010

The other day as I walked out of BJ’s someone was grinding coffee. I am not a coffee drinker but my did that smell good. I overheard a couple walking nearby say the same thing . . . It was nice to read that NJMP gave Cumberland County residents free admission to the weekend’s events a couple weeks back. We were set to go, but the thought of being out in an open space with a heat index of 107 was enough to remain near water all day . . . Time with family this week has been precious . . . Need to wrap up some projects I have going this week so I can get in work mode next week. I have lesson plans on my mind . . . Finally came to the decision I need to do something about my weight. What I will do, I am not certain . . . My daughter is a reader. It makes me so proud. She read to me a poem from A.A. Milne’s Now We Are Six Her grandmother had read it to her earlier . . . As I spoke with my mother today, it dawned on me that there are more Fox News personalities that bother me than I like. Dick Morris, Glenn Beck, Geraldo Rivera, Sean Hannity, Greta Van Susteren, Mike Huckabee, Gretchen Carlson, Bernie Goldberg, Marc Lamont Hill, Ralph Peters, etc. . . . Does anyone know what happened to Utterli (Utterz)? . . . Starting to ponder my own mortality . . . There is something about routine that makes one long for it . . . I keep trying to figure out the purpose of Facebook. Other than frivolity, I can’t come up with one . . .

Box of Cards

Wednesday, August 4th, 2010

Grammy taught Beetle how to make these. She became proficient immediately to the point she cranked them out one after the other. Boxing class will be held tomorrow morning where Gert and I will learn how to make them from our little girl. She is so excited.

Great Explorations

Monday, August 2nd, 2010



Beetle’s Dance

Friday, July 30th, 2010

Happiness Is . . .

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

Playing with Her New DSiWe purchased our daughter a DSi for her birthday. I am not a gamer at all. Being six, she struggles a bit with the games. She is playing some maze type game. She has not mastered moving up the levels. She’ll try, but she becomes frustrated, she runs in and hands me the unit. She keeps pointing to things, putting her fingers in my limited view. It’s cute. I’ve learned enough about the game to know how to jump and run. So far that’s been good enough to get through the doors to the next level.

Beetle is so appreciative. “Thank you so much, Daddy,” she says as she races away to play some more.

My little girl is a gamer . . . an enthusiastically polite one.