Anna took Zyrtec last night instead of Claritin. It made her sleep until noon. I'm pretty sure she wanted to sleep all day.
The Rockies-Cardinals game was on TBS today. I watched the first six innings. I would have watched the rest, but there was this concert thing.
This concert thing was in fact a free show by the Annie Moses Band at the First Christian Church in Columbus. Anna's aunt Donna called up last night and asked Anna if she wanted to go. Anna checked them out on youtube and decided it sounded like fun. It was in fact a good time. The band is composed of six children, two parents, and one Puerto Rican drummer. I believe the three oldest children are Julliard trained musicians. It showed. The whole family was very talented. The highlights of the concert were the instrumental pieces. The oldest daughter, Annie, does most of the singing, and as Anna said, technically she is very good but can't seem to decide whether she is singing classical or pop music. Her vibrato is distracting. Overall it was an entertaining time.
After the concert, we walked over to Dairy Queen. I had a Blizzard. Anna had a shake. Her aunt and uncle shared a Blizzard. Aunt Donna shared childhood stories about herself and Anna's mother, and uncle John carried on about his crazy and yet remarkably handsome identical twin brother.
When we came back, I ran to the computer to check the results of the Rockies and Broncos games. I am a happy fan for the evening. Now I just need the Braves to lose a few games and the Rockies to win out.
As far as the Broncos go, 3-0 is good, unless of course it is 3-0 against Cincinnati, Cleveland, and Oakland. That's meaningless. It'll get interesting in the coming weeks.
I washed the sheets in the guest bedroom during the Sunday night game. I put the comforter in one machine and the sheets in the other. There was a cat left in the lint trap of each dryer.
My bladder is protesting my determination to finish this post.
I'm protesting the lack of attention the Broncos get from ESPN. Now, I recognize that they are a terrible team that has been playing terrible teams, but I don't want to hear about Michael Vick or Brett Farve anymore. Pretty much, I never want to hear about either of them ever again.
I'm getting the munchies. Maybe my Blizzard was secretly loaded with marijuana.
Daisy gets stinky really quickly.
Chief shreds toilet paper.
Howie hates everything.
Sexy dark turquosiey "Euro-style" boxer brief things.
Anna has been talking about different ways to start to get to know people our age around here. This would probably be a good thing. I'm just going to be honest here and say that this would never have occurred to me. I would never have though, "hey, I don't know anybody. I should go meet some people." I'm pretty content just spending time with Anna. Maybe she's getting sick of spending time with me. Probably not. I'm just too amazing for that to be true.
It's almost deer season. I need to get my bow sighted in for broadheads, make sure my broadheads are all sharp, and oh yeah, find a place to kill something. I need to figure out if there are any portions of land around the in-laws property that aren't already being hunted. There are a ridiculous number of deer around there, but there are an equally ridiculous number of "hunters." And by "hunters," I mean landowners (who being "landowners," legally have the right to shoot as many deer as they wish without the need of a tag), who set up a stand over one of their fields and seeing as they are gun hunting and don't care what they shoot, end up killing a couple deer a week.
There's no art to that kind of hunting.
Is there a more annoying ESPN personality than Chris Berman?
I should also point out how grateful I am that John Madden has retired from announcing. Only Obama could spout more meaningless drivel than that man.
The Broncos play the Cowboys next Sunday. The TV listings claim that the game will actually be on here. It would be a million kinds of awesome if the Broncos could actually win that game. It would be a billion kinds of awesome if a Broncos win coincided with the Rockies clinching a playoff birth. It would be infinite kinds of awesome if the Rockies clinched a playoff birth well before Sunday.
On the list of things I would love ESPN to stop talking about, the Jets are quickly climbing.
My bladder continues to protest.
Another personality from Booth Manor: Karen
Karen is fifty-eight. She held the job I now hold for the first five years that Booth Manor existed. She left the job last fall for numerous reasons, only to allow herself to be drawn back in until a replacement could be found. She left for numerous reasons. The first major one being that she and her husband both are in declining health. The second major one being that her husbands declining health (due to Agent Orange exposure in Vietnam) has finally gotten the attention of the VFW and earned him full disability pay. This allowed them to purchase a house. Considering that the most appealing part of this job is the free apartment, it becomes pretty clear why she would leave. She smokes, though I don't think she smokes nearly as much as Katie or George. She does have a smokers cough and the tightly wrinkled face of a lifetime smoker. She talks about her "grandbabies" all the time. Because Karen was the first and only manager before me, I will constantly be compared to her by the residents. I don't think I'll have that problem with Pam, seeing as Pam has only been doing her particular job for a year. I do know from Pam, that Karen didn't really do any paperwork. I'm not sure who did. It also means that there are a lot of things in the tenant's files that I will need to fix. So each time a resident comes up for re-certification, I'll go through his or her file and make sure all the past paperwork is in order as well as taking care of the new stuff. Karen has been very nice though. She has made it very clear that if I need anything, I can call her. I have done this several times, and she has always been most helpful. The one thing she and Pam made clear when I first started was that I needed to not try to be friends with the residents and not allow them to abuse my presence. Apparently Karen would make change for residents at all hours of the night and respond to various other non-emergencies whenever a resident beckoned. This wore her out terribly. So far, I think I have succeeded in keeping the residents from abusing me, and I can't imagine how awful it would be if they thought they could come to me at all hours of the night for the most trivial of things.
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