I seem to be having that problem again. You know, the one where I struggle to write in my blog? I know you’d never guess as much, given the archives, but the past few days have been a struggle. Heck, even some of the past few posts seem to be lacking something to me.
So this me (before the war), trying to remedy the situation. I dunno if this will be a good thing of a bad thing, but I want to try. Fair warning to those of you who read this, though — this post might be very random…
Rich and I have been keeping an eye on Dixie since last Wednesday, when the Ordonii left for their misadventure in Tennessee. We the unemployed have been charged with the task of not burning down the Halfway House and making sure Dixie doesn’t tear apart its innards, or run away (’cuz she can, and will if given the opportunity — not ‘cuz she doesn’t like us, but because she’s a dog).
She totally knows (edit) they’re (/edit) gone too. I didn’t think she would be this sad, but I’m told it’s a very pet thing. (I wonder if my birds ever knew.) Rich was having some trouble getting her to eat her food at the designated food times, but as of two days ago she’s started to be more regular about it.
Last Thursday I went out to lunch with Melany. That was a fine ol’ time; we even to a place other than Friday’s for once. It’s been several years since I’ve been to The Cheesecake Factory…unfortunately for me, the dish I remember liking was a big fat not-so-much this time about.
Still, it was nice to catch up with Mel. She related a story to me that had me cringe, though. Now, admittedly, I am no true grammarian nor am I a true linguist, but I like to think of both grammar and linguistics as interests of mine. I daresay they may even be hobbies of sorts.
Melany told me about a situation where a composition teacher suggested the convention “If I were you…” would be “If I was you…” because of the pronoun “I”…and I think Melany also mentioned something about singulars and plurals in the argument. I totally had a fit.
That day was also the day my dad went to Las Vegas. I’m always amused by my family and the notice they give when it comes to trips (I refer you to the “we’ll be in Osaka in three days” incident in 2006). When I noticed my dad wasn’t home, I just figured he was golfing. At noon, my mom called and told me that he left for Las Vegas that morning. The part that made me laugh about it was the fact that just two days prior, I had asked my dad if he was going to Vegas this year and he had told me no. (He goes just about every year to visit one of his old bandmates — that’s right, my dad used to be a drummer in a band — on his birthday so they can “jam”.)
While I was at Woodfield with Melany, my dad called to tell me himself. Talking to my dad on the phone is always…funny. Well, it amuses me to no end anyway; I have no idea how my dad feels about it. He was like, “I just wanted you to know I went to Las Vegas.”
“I know, mom told me.”
“Oh really? Okay. Bye.” But he’s usually saying “bye” as he’s hanging up the phone. So what I hear on my end is something like “O…” mumble, mumble, click. It was the same way when I would call from Osaka. He’d be like, “Really? How are you? That’s good. Here’s mom.”
Heh. Dads.
I spent the 4th of July with Rich, Brad, and Mike. It was an odd 4th for me ‘cuz it’s been a while since I celebrated the holiday here at home. When I was in Osaka, I usually had to work on the 4th, but to honor America I’d go get a Hawaiian burger or go out with the other Americans after work or something. I’ve also discovered that fireworks don’t really do much for me anymore. I mean, they’re still cool and all, but going to see fireworks involves people. And well all know how I feel about people.
Brad introduced me to The Tudors. It’s been enjoyable for the most part, and it gives me something to watch while I’m between shows. Unfortunately for me, I seem to be getting distracted from it.
Basically, I’ve been spending most of my time at the Halfway House hanging out with Rich and Dixie. I’m practicing my Rock Band drumming, so that’s been pretty cool. I’m kind of embarassed to play the drums around people like Mark or Bert ‘cuz they’re all awesome and I really suck. So I figure, if I practice, maybe I’ll be able to play the drums more when there aren’t enough guitars to go around and no one wants to play drums.
I’m kind of back and forth about the whole England thing. On Tuesday I was starting to actually feel kinda bummed about the whole sitch, yesterday I was starting to resign myself to home, and today I’m kinda back to thinking maybe I got a shot. Who knows how I’ll feel about it tomorrow. Then again, I might be feeling borderline okay with England again ‘cuz I have a potential interview on Monday. At least this time it’s for a kind of district and they have openings in two of their schools. But then it will probably be like what happened this past Monday.
So that’s kind of where I am. I can think of naught else to write, so I guess I hit the Publish button.