I’m a tad groggy today. And, given that I’m not a coffee-drinker, I have to find some other way of keeping focused. [It's not that I don't drink coffee at all. I will drink it as a accompaniment to breakfast, or after dinner. However, I don't use it to wake up in the morning or to [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘The Car’
23 September, 2008
“Pardon me, do you have any. . . .”
Usually, the kids are pretty talkative in the car in the morning. Even so, most of our conversations boil down to
“Did you remember X?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Did you remember Y?” “Yes, Daddy.” “Did you remember Z?” [Pause] “AAAAARGH!”
and then we turn the car around.
However, this morning, it was just dark enough so that the girls [...]
24 May, 2008
Winding down
The Daughters and I have spent the morning at the library — them picking out books and playing online with Webkinz, me picking out audiobooks for the long drive up to our summer vacation spot. It’s about an 11-hour drive, depending on the traffic, so I’ve picked up a 13-hour CD-book, and I’m still unsure [...]
11 April, 2008
Driving concerns
It is one of the tribulations of being Daughter #2 that many more blog posts here are about her older sister. Well, D#2 gets pride of place this morning. So, we’re all getting ready for school, and I’m trying to hurry the girls along a bit:
C’mon girls, we need to get out of here so [...]
8 April, 2008
Post-birthday thoughts
Well, yesterday was my birthday (and I know: it’s your birthday, too, yeah). I was born on a Monday as well, and now I see the full extent of the nastiness of any Monday birthday. It used to be that one of my company’s paid holidays was one’s birthday, but that got morphed into Spring [...]
1 April, 2008
The future? You murdered the future.
Spent last night driving to Merrillville and back to pick up the kids. They had been spending a week with the grandparents, and the McDonald’s at the intersection of US30 and I-65 is the closest to a halfway point that we can manage. I have a little bit of a longer drive, but my parents [...]
26 February, 2008
This is our countraaaaaay
Living, as we do in a red section of a red state, and being blue, but not overtly, I’ve wondered recently whether our neighbors look askance at us. Our children are well behaved, our driveway is empty on Sunday mornings, and we send our kids to a private school. Now I know that they know:
Scarborough [...]
