OK — was this the “funnest” or what? Is “funnest” a word? I hope so.

Mavis and I spent a couple of days with some very sweet people. The best in the world, actually. Don’t you love it when that happens? Indescribable…

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Suffice it to say that Bobby and Kathy made our weekend, our month, our year, our decade…

<3

Let’s all go to the lobby, let’s all go to the lobby. Let’s all go to the lob-eeeeeee, to get ourselves a treat:

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If you start looking here, you won’t get anything done today. It’s like rubbernecking at a car accident. You’re welcome.

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Seriously, couldn’t Vanity Fair find a decent photographer? She looks like the girl from The Ring.

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Yep, we all know that our youth are flagging the ACT in increasingly alarming numbers. Proof: from the article itself, the ACT’s Education Division president and COO called the findings “very appalling.” Kind of like your friend becoming “very pregnant” or classifying a painting as “very unique.” Yyyyyep.

*feeling forehead* Am I snarky today? I don’t feel like myself….

…but they can’t yadda yadda. We’ve all said it. And I’m not talking about cool developments like wrist computers or projection keyboards. Rather, I mean everyday stuff that would just make flippin’ sense.

Some things just need to be invented, and the sooner the better. If we can send people to the moon, we should also be able to come up with:

1. A magic diet pill
2. Car tires that never go flat
3. Processes by which everything is recyclable
4. Batteries that never die
5. Lawn grass that just stays the same height all the time
6. Personal hovercraft that run on air
7. Unlimited access to all available movies on demand, and not just the stupid, irrelevant and perplexing choices Armstrong includes in their VOD service
8. Chocolate cake with chocolate icing that is better for you than vegetables
9. A chip implanted in the brain that instantly enables people to see another person’s viewpoint
10. ”      ”        ”      ”        ”      ”       ”      ”     ”      ”       ”        ”        ”         ”      ”      to be kind to one another
11. A mug made of material that keeps coffee and tea as hot as when you poured it

How about you? There have to be things that make you crazy, or incredulous that, with all our technology today, nobody can get right. Ready, set, think and write.

FO (to the school house very soon)

Yay for us! OK, so yesterday’s tale was a bit on the silly side, but I loved it all the same. Thank you for keeping it going! (Nice beginning there too, Edward C.)

FYI: I just discovered that in the particular WordPress theme I’m using (it’s called Renegade, of all things), you can’t view the comments on a “closed” post without clicking on the title of the post. I think that’s a bug, personally. But there you go. Just click on “It was a dark and stormy…” and you can see the yarn, all spun out.

OK. (deep sigh) Time to get ready to go to the school house. I haven’t said that in awhile, have I? Had a great day with Justin and Jake yesterday; now it’s time to slither back into reality. At least it’s Finkday though, ja? You have yourself a good one.

Off into the dark and stormy day…

Yay, I feel better today. Starting to come out of it. I had some connectivity problems this morning, but they were solved by the time I got back from having breakfast with Rae.

So today, I start seriously thinking about the first day of school. It’s my 18th autumn in the public school circus, and you’d think I’d be on autopilot by now. Not so. Each new year has its nervy beginning, even though, unlike most “regular” teachers, I see many of the same students, year after year, from 5th grade on through to graduation. That’s one of the fun parts about being a choral director — you get to watch them grow firsthand. They don’t “leave your building” until it’s time for them to leave all the buildings. I like that.

Not only am I thinking about the first day of school, but also about what just might be the Show from Hades. Every once in awhile, you do a show that sucks you dry; that siphons every last vestige of your humanity. I see that coming. Amen, Stoney?

But somewhere amidst the siphoning and sucking, we’ll have the time of our lives watching teenagers turn into performers. It’s always magic.