It has been approximately one month since I last posted anything here. I think (I could look, but I’ll content myself with merely thinking) that the last three posts have all been a month apart. I do this for a reason: I’m in Georgia. People here read slowly. They’ve done so for generations. This has been documented as far back as 1860, when that famous Georgia general, at the battle of Manassas, urged his troops to greatness, saying, “There stands Jackson like a stone boat. Rally behind the Virginians, boys, and thank God for Mississippi!”
I say this in jest, of course. The general was actually from South Carolina – I believe his name was General Bee – and he urged his men to thank God for Georgia, a state already on its way to the bottom in terms of both SAT scores and congressional representation.
Since the day that AT&T announced their intention to take over BellSouth, most of my long-term projects have been either cancelled outright or drastically scaled back. As a result, I’m now bored out of my mind and contemplating the fun and frivolity associated with revamping my resume. This is not something that I anticipate with any eagerness. The last time I actually had to do a resume was in about 1990. When I left NYNEX/CompterLand/Vanstar/Inacom to go to Compaid, I did so because the boss at Compaid knew me. And while AT Compaid, we had a secretary who continuously updated our resumes for us. Mine ended up being about 12 pages long, which I’m told is not a good thing.
I tried to put one together about a year ago – a little one-page deal that resembled something a third-grader would write upon returning from his summer vacation. It didn’t help that one of my clients (while at Compaid) was “Girls, Inc.” I was informed by a friend that it sounded like a porn site.
It’s actually a YMCA-type place.
The Georgia Brass Band – that brass band with which I played for four years before taking a sabatical last March – finally decided to make an appearance at NABBA (the North American championships) last month. They won. Figures. I quit, they win. The director is now quaffing large quantities of anti-depressants because I’ve expressed my desire to rejoin the group. Hopefully going to do that in the next couple of months – just in time for the summer break.
I spent last Saturday near Vidalia, GA – home of the world famous onion (“the bloomin’ onion”). I was a week early, though. The “Onion Festival” isn’t until next week. On the way there, I passed a sign for a rodeo, though. So I might see that next month. Why was I there? No reason. A friend wanted to go, so I went along. We watched a couple of movies on television and had pleasant conversations with her family. It is referred to as “settin’ with kin,” I believe.
Also in the last month, I relaunched an updated version of my football website. It still needs some work, but is a vast improvement over the version that I’d been running for the last few years.
I’m about three weeks late, but plan to put in some tomatoes, cukes, and perhaps carrots sometime this week. Just to keep up with my green-thumbed biggest sister.
I trimmed the hedges in the front of my house last week. Now I need to mow my lawn and get to work on the hedges in back. Also need to paint my fence this year. And my deck. And my foyer. And my living room. And my dining room. And my office. And my master bedroom.
I got a new water heater.
(Can you tell that I’m really searching for stuff that nobody wants to read here?)
Hey! I paid off my car! I can’t drive it anymore because gasoline costs about $900 (.999)/gallon, but I did pay it off. That’s right. I OWN that puppy now. Anyone want to buy it?
I’m going to go to work now. If anything that is earth-shaking happens in my life in the next month, I’ll be sure to detail it here.
Ta ta.
TWD