October 1, 2009
Keep your fingers crossed that we get this place. It’s around the corner from where I’m living. Martha the nice realtor lady who lets rooms out to military guys will be thrilled to still have me as a neighbor, I’m sure.
(Hi Martha if you’re reading this!)
The owner said “okay” when I asked him if I could put a wood stove insert in the fireplace if we ended up renting it. I’m stoked, and hopefully the stove will be, too.
More updates as they happen.
September 29, 2009
Crystal Sports Pub, third floor bar
I won’t take up a lot of your time, but I did want to let you know that I’ll be staying in the D.C. area for a year. Or so. Maybe three.
September 16, 2009
I’ve been parrying back and forth on Facebook with several friends. I’m seeing quite a portfolio of Glory Days pictures going up. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, though I appreciate the people who are posting new pictures of what they’re doing now. Thats the attitude.
I can speak from experience because I am officially old now. Last weekend was my 25 year class reunion. Wabash High School class of 1984. Go APAX! Maybe its a combo of me wondering why I don’t feel older, actually feeling a bit older because I’ve been running on the G.W. Parkway along the Potomac River and *old* legs don’t carry you quite as fast as *young* legs do. They were moving, I assure you; mine, not the young guy who carried me the last quarter of a mile. Kidding. But I’m motivated. I’m excited about the future, even though, at this point, I don’t know what that is going to be two weeks down the road. End of September, end of fiscal year…end or orders. And no new orders have been cut yet.
I may stay here. Dunno. I may wind up back in western Illinois. Dunno. I may end up moving into a trailer park in Wabash, eating food stamps through the winter and actually finishing a novel. Dunno (not likely, I only write for kill fees).
Bottom line though. I gotta get home. Wherever that ends up being. Being apart sucks in B flat minor.
August 21, 2009
Its Friday, and in the interest of mortification, not to mention traditional forms thereof, I have partaken of a Quizno’s “Big Kahuna Tuna” Torpedo. Yeah, I know, I know…shut up.
July 17, 2009
Opposite going to the gym, one might consider a bit of yard work. It was good for the arms, abs and quads, even though that wasn’t strictly the point. I wish we would have had the luxury of putting some veggies in this spring, but it was not to be. Hindsight says we should have, even though we’ll be moving and someone else would have enjoyed the spoils. After all, we’re still here. We’d have lettuce by now and tomatoes for salsa. Oh well, off to the farmers market…
July 16, 2009
One might consider himself lucky to live here…
July 16, 2009
Last Sunday, when I was heading back to Western Illinois for the last few days of the temp job I was doing, the westering sun guided my way. Things got interesting once the sun got underneath the clouds and began to light them up from underneath. There was enough moisture in the atmosphere to really increase the complexity and delicacy of the palate.
In the first picture, you can see little flecks of cloud flipped up on the eastern end, making the still image appear to show movement…as if the tiny clouds were zipping around the sky, but I assure you they were relatively stationary.
The second picture is a good example of the neon pastels that saturated everything and made it difficult to concentrate on the drive. So I pulled over and snapped away with my G1’s camera. The sensation that liquid light was pouring down like lava was an anomaly that only shows up in the picture, but I had to include it because it’s just too cool.
It was amazing when I was looking at it, but the detail wasn’t as apparent, and somehow the camera lense intensified it.
The third picture was taken as I was pulling into the last stretch down 136 into Macomb. I turned the music off, rolled down all the car windows and just bathed myself in the salmonand silver gloaming. Had I gotten lost in a vesper psalm and tasted the sweet inebriation of language that turns to love, the peace it produced could not have been more profound than that I felt as the overwhelming blueblack sky pushed that final pink ribbon of light into another country.
Ya shoulda been there!
July 10, 2009
Just thinking that next week could be my last here in Western Illinois. I’ve submitted a packet to stay full time for a year, but it seems likely that it could fall through. There is an opening at my alma mater which could work out, but I could just as easily find myself out of work again for a few weeks, and then be left scrambling about schools for the kids. But you know what? I’m not anxious. God hasn’t let us starve, in fact He has been pretty darned good through everything.
July 1, 2009
Something went wrong with my G1 WordPress app. Looks like it is working again. Today is SOAR, student registration at WIU. Lots of kids interested in ROTC today, so we’re expecting good numbers.
UPDATE: Best numbers so far this summer. 26 Freshmen signed up for class. If you’re a WIU alum, yes, the picture was taken in Stipes Hall. Two more weeks to go on my current “temp” position contract. Praying that it becomes full time.
June 21, 2009
Sorry for the lapse in posts, folks. I didn’t float into the ether, rather started a new job. I’m alive and well and living in Macomb, which is the home of Western Illinois University.
I have many things to update, but I don’t know the timeline in which that will happen. I’m in a temporary position that may end in the middle of July, or it may become permanent. I’d like it to become perm, but time will tell.
In the future, I’ll try not to be gone for so long.
So long!
