I am sorry my faithful readers for my lackings in the postings of the bloggings. I'm hopings that this postings will explainings my delinquencings.
On Friday, Anna's parents showed up in Michigan with a Uhaul to help us pack and move down to Indiana. With their arrival in Michigan came the announcement that they wanted to have everything packed up by Saturday afternoon so that they could come back to Indiana Saturday night and not Sunday like we had originally thought. The packing was fast and furious. We had planned to actually sort the stuff as we packed it and have some semblance of order to the process. That didn't happen. Everything got thrown together, and we packed up plenty of stuff that could just as well have been thrown away.
After packing for a bit on Friday, Anna and her mother went to visit the elementary where Anna had been working. That was fine. Then when they got back, we all met good ol' Johnny boy at Qdoba for some day after Qdoba Thursday Qdoba. That was a good time.
Anna's teacher commissioning ceremony was Friday night. That was sort of weird. It was like a mini graduation just for the teachers. (I swear I type faster than this keyboard can handle. I keep having to fix "mistakes" that I promise I didn't make. It is slowing me way down and thus making me want to cut this post short. I shall persevere.) The speaker for the thing wasn't too bad. In fact he probably would have been a better choice for graduation than the person they did choose.
I'm currently melting in this Indiana humidity, and it's not even that warm out.
Anna had her senior breakfast on Saturday morning. So while she was there, I went to drop off the equipment we had from Comcast. First of all, the Comcast building is impossible to find. Secondly, the employees are screened in by bullet-proof glass. It was kind of creepy. Add in some rather upset customers complaining about lack of service and you have the makings of an unpleasant experience. I think when I did finally make it to the counter and kindly handed over my cable box the lady was pleasantly surprised I didn't scream at her or threaten her life.
Anna, her parents, and I contnued to pack all morning, right up until we all needed to get dressed to go to graduation. We were hot and sweaty and disgusting, and someone packed away my socks, meaning I attended graduation in sweaty sockless feet.
This was the first graduation in the new fieldhouse complex. The place is impressive. Add in the fact that Calvin is now finally renovating the FAC and it makes it kind of sad to be leaving Calvin now.
The ceremony was fine. Many of the different majors taped things to their mortar boards to indentify themselves. The math-ed people had 3.14159. The geographers had compasses on their hats. Anna's music people all put eighth notes on their hats.
The speaker was boring and rather hard to understand. But he wasn't nearly as bad as president Byker. They should come up with a stunt double for Byker to give all his speeches.
When the graduation was finally over we hurried back to the apartment and frantically packed the rest of it up, so we could turn in our keys by five and officially be moved out.
Sunday morning, with the help of Sarah's boyfriend, Anna's father and I unloaded the Uhaul. The humidity here about kills me. I was dripping sweat like crazy.
Yesterday, I grilled some chicken in the rain for Memorial Day. It tasted alright. We had a tought time getting the grill to work though. Not all the gas burners seemed to want to light.
Today, we spent all afternoon at the veterinarian, waiting to get the dogs their shots and Chief declawed and castrated. It was a blast to be sure.
We have a meeting with the apartment lady on Thursday morning. Hopefully we'll get a definitive yes and maybe even some apartment keys.
I will probably not blog again until I have high speed internet. This sucks like something unmentionable. I'm sorry for another likely long delay, but please stay tuned. I hope to have high speed soon. And when I do, I will make sure to keep you all updated on the ultra important details of our Summery existence.
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