Brian is one of the A-16 group in Armenia with Nicole. He is in a different village, but they all go to school together during the week. I posted a comment on his blog, and he sent me an e-mail saying, “I know Nicole… she’s sitting 10 feet away from me right now.” They were in an internet cafe together.
Photos in this post.
Danny is working hard for Grant this summer, and last week’s 95+ temperatures made it tougher. Over the weekend he went camping at the lake with two of his buddies for some well deserved R&R.
The Civic was covered with dust and bird poop from the work site. It also had plenty of mud on the floor from his boots. I asked him how could he track so much mud in the car when it has been so hot and dry. He explained that they are constantly washing things off and down around the site, so there is plenty of mud.
I decided to wash the car and vacuum it out Saturday night while the temperature was in the 80’s instead of 90’s. Found this crumpled receipt on the floor. “Hey Andrew… pass me a Beer Brat and a Banana.”
See also: the Economic Stimulus message at the bottom of the receipt.
The winning shirt design. The vote was 12 to 6.
Let’s tally the votes here. You can comment, or I’ll just post results as they come in:
Yellow Haze
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Green
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(Note: Danny drove up to Athens sunday evening to lobby the Park Ave. voters for the green party. He said he was confident he could persuade Michael and Fiona. Investigations continue.)
Tabulation: G = 12 ; Y = 6
Julie: Y
Jeb: Y
Kathy: G
Nicole: G
Danny: G (maybe Irish green?)
Kelly: G
Claire: G
Carol: Y
Bob: Y
Eric: G
David: G
Andrew: G
Ted: Y
Susan: G
Grant: Y
Jami: G
Fiona: G
Michael: G
Kathy and I took Claire down to Egelston Children’s Hospital early this morning to have whatever was left over from spring break removed from the swollen part of her heel. The doctor said it might be a fish or hermit crab, but since whatever it was had not gone away for a month, it was time to dig in.
Since he might have to work close to the bone, the surgery required that she get knocked out, so that made it serious enough for Dad to be at her bedside.
After getting all set up in the examination room with her hospital gown, bed-on-wheels, and getting everything measured that needed to be measured, the nurse marked the correct foot with an “x”. I asked should we write “not this one” on the other foot, but the nurse did not think that was necessary. Fortunately the doctor came by just before surgery and examined the “x”.
Claire got to drink a shot of something that she reported tasted like bad coca-cola. This helped calm her nerves as they whisked her off to surgery. Going down the hall, she raised both hands over her head and said goodbye to Kathy and I. That was a bit before 11 a.m.
The doctor came in around noon, and said all had gone fine. He had not had to dig too close to the bone, nor did he have to create a very big hole. Using his binocular glasses and spotlight, he saw something “sparkley” and took that out. He also removed some scar tissue and there seemed to be some embedded sand that came with that. No fish or hermit crab. Probably a piece of barnacle or oyster shell. He only had to put in one stitch.
About 12:30, they wheeled a very groggy Claire back into the examination room where Kathy and I waited. Her voice was very quiet, and she started asking questions. Over the next hour she dozed and asked all of these questions 5 to 10 times. Kathy and I would repeat the answers:
1. Where am I? (In the examination room where you started.)
2. Did they do the surgery? (Yes.)
3. Did they take anything out? (Yes. Something sparkley.)
4. What is this wire? (Measures your heart.)
5. What is this tube? (An I.V. for medicine.)
Other comments she said multiple times:
1. My foot hurts. (Yes, you had surgery.)
2. I see my finger twice. (Double vision.)
3. That chart has 3 columns. (It had two.)
4. Can you tilt the bed up?
5. Can you tilt the bed down?
By the time we left at 2 p.m., Claire was in pretty good spirits. She had eaten a cherry popsicle, had a sprite, and had some jello. She should be able to go to swim practice later this week.
Her only regret is that she cannot remember eating the popsicle.
This e-mail came in from Carol…
I took this picture on Tybee not far from the war chest. If you connect the sparkling dots it looks like dad.
This was my e-mail back…
I connected the dots. See attached…
(Based on this one from the sunset beach photo set.)
Bill The Younger snapped this photo over the Hickory Knob course at the B.S.R.C. Edward and Dan smiling down on us.
Jake is famous for his howling birthday singing. None of our dogs have ever howled until this morning. Kelly spent the night out with Madison (aka Dakota), and her radio alarm went off. I got up and turned it off. She has a lot of buttons on her alarm clock, and who knows what they all do. Not me.
About 30 minutes later, I was making coffee while Kathy and Claire still slept. Suddenly I heard a dog howling, and it sounded like it was coming from inside the house. I went upstairs and found Stout howling at Kelly’s alarm clock which was now making a deep mechanical BOOOOOP BOOOOOP BOOOOOP sound. The tone was such that Stout and the alarm clock were howling in harmony.
For several years, I’ve watched a rotating photo appear on Mac5 in the upper right corner. It was Dad waving as he floated away on a Perdido canal. I always thought it would be a nice way to remember him… and so it is.
Waves and ripples.
