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August
19, 2005
Not quite a Googlewhack
So
a couple of weeks ago I mentioned an old friend by his full
name here in the journal, just to see what would happen. People
often google their own names, and I'd noticed that the googlebots
have found me here and have been indexing the site.
It
took about a week for me to get a "Yo, whasssssup!"
email from him. He found the entry while googling his own
name. So Chris, it's nice to hear from you -- glad you googled,
glad you visited. Keep dropping in and stay in touch.
Right
now I'm all dressed and ready for work, and having a hard
time fathoming the fact that in two weeks Jessica will have
already left for the bus and at this time will be finishing
with homeroom/skills and moving onto first period.
I feel like we've had a very fun summer. My feet aren't as
tan as last year (see to the left there, August 2004) when
I was underemployed. I didn't get to teach this year with
prof CM and that made me very sad. But camp kept the kids
happy and bright, and Doug and I were able to coordinate all
the picks and drops so that no one was left somewhere accidentally.
I wish there could be a few more weeks before school starts.
But that just isn't the case. There's a lot I need to do in
the next few weeks to get them ready, and I just don't want
to wrap my head around the tasks at hand.
I
dread the end of summer.
We
are having the upstairs windows replaced.
The
guy is supposed to be here to take the measurements between
7 and 8 am. It's almost 8am. I'd like to leave for work, buddy.
Thanks. Glad Doug is still in bed so he can take over for
me so I can go.
I'm
waiting on Geoff to finish breakfast and get his bathing suit
on. He lost his watch at camp on Wednesday and didn't tell
me, so I don't know if we'll ever see it again. I'm kind of
disappointed. It was a cheap burger king watch, but he did
SUCH a good job all summer long with taking it off before
swimming, keeping it with his glasses, taking care of it and
putting it away at night. He didn't tell me because he thought
I'd be mad, and because he's (I think) disappointed in himself.
I'm going to ask at camp if it has turned up. If it hasn't
I think I'll get him a nicer watch for the school year. Something
that won't make my head explode if it gets hurt or scratched
or damaged, but certainly something nicer than just a burger
king cheapie.
Not
much else to report. I'm sure I'll have a post-pool party
report about all the fun-ness that we have today. I have a
big ole bag of marinade on some steak tips chillin' in the
fridge. Bag o'meat.
Need
more coffee and ready to hit the day. Hope you have a good
one!
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