It’s Finkday already. ¡No lo creo! Time’s flying by (and getting tougher than tough…). School year weeks never go this fast, ya know? Anyway, let the flipouts begin.

I laid some “haven’t” science on myself this morning:

1. Haven’t updated choir tour accounts and details yet.
2. Haven’t given a single thought to the upcoming Joomla training session, or the wholesale changes that come afterward.
3. Haven’t done *any* score study or choreography or transpositions for Bye Bye Birdie. Nice.
4. Haven’t any players for the orchestra yet; don’t even know what kind of pit I want.
5. Haven’t yet bought the eleventy-thousand-dollar textbook I need for the last class I will ever take in my lifetime.
6. Haven’t begged the Thriller to get the garden roto-tilled.
7. Haven’t cleaned those last two closets.
8. Haven’t seen this much fur come off a dog in one brushing session, ever. Could have made a small sheep out of it. The photos don’t do it justice, honestly; it was all over the yard, just flyin like an eagle till it was free.

However, I also….

1. Haven’t had this much fun in one summer (with one bad spell, albeit brief) in forever.
2. Haven’t enjoyed my family and friends this much in a long time.
3. Haven’t “grown” as much professionally in the last five years as I have over the last few months.

Hmm. Does this have anything to do with turning forty in a couple-a weeks? Not sure I can take all this self-realization and huggery. Cloying.

All right, off to the showers. Meeting my good fiend Stoney at 10:00 for our annual cutting-the-score-to-ribbons session. Me likey.

FO

The Fink, with a Mac. HA

Bet some of you never thought you’d see the day. Actually, I must say that Macs have come a long way since the old days. I have to admit that this machine feels and acts a lot like a Windows computer. Right or wrong, that’s how it feels to me. It’s all good, though.

Now I have to get Boom Boom up here to do his mammoth Logic Studio training session (and believe me, it will be mammoth). Willie boy, there’s a whole lotta chocolate and vino coming your way as gifts!

Still, I love me some XP at home (and I also got a new PC desktop at school), so you could say that I’m playin’ for both teams. Heh.

Speaking of teams, the Tribe won one last night. I also got all the high school choir music ordered, survived a nasty hospital test (no worries, all is well), and got some other issues straightened out. Things’re lookin’ up, fiends. Things’re lookin’ up.

Off to play with Jake for the morning.

Fink out.

Lars used to ask that when he was little. “What the world is that?” “What the world are you doing?”

Cute.

Today, I wax philosophical. Or maybe I’m just wondering about stuff.

While listening to Slacker Radio on my Storm (salaam to whoever put that app together…Lawd), I heard “Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)” by Marvin Gaye.

Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east”

Indeed. And not just in an ecological sense. This morning I ponder things, at random of course, as is my wont:

1. What the world are people doing when they talk poison and hurt those they supposedly love?
2. Why are we bailing out/fresh-starting/overhauling the auto and banking industries, but not public education?
3. Why do we tend to blame others for what we’ve become?
4. Why is marijuana illegal, but alcohol isn’t?
5. How and when did empathy fall out of favor in our culture?
6. Tell me, where is fancy bred? In the heart, or in the head? (“Shall we roll on?” Heh.)

Pick one or two and weigh in, if you get the hankerin’. No judgment passed here in Finkville, promise. Well, except maybe by me.

KIDDING

Have a dandy Tuesday. I’m off to the school house, with Jake riding shotgun. Yee-haw!