First June Post
It’s been about three weeks since my last post. Frankly, I’ve not felt like writing entries. But the prodding of a couple of people who won’t be named and the encouragement of JD's Blog JD Long have brought me back to the keyboard.

There have been a few ups and downs the past few weeks.

The downs: I have low-grade but persistent neck pain that is driving me nuts. I could take pain killer for it, but I don’t want to get into that habit. The worst part of it is that the pain interferes with my sleep. After a couple of hours of lying down, I wake up stiff and sore. And crabby. I sometimes nap in my recliner, but it’s not deep sleep.

The best sleep I’ve had in the past month was on Father’s Day. In fact, I’m putting this year’s Father’s Day down as the Best Ever. More details in a bit.

My job at the coffeehouse ended three weeks ago. They “eliminated the position” – and to be honest, it’s probably a good thing I’m not there. The management style of the folks in charge was infuriating to say the least. But the fact is that I loved that job so much that if I were ever to win a lottery, I’d open up my own place and bake every day of the week.

The part that bugs me the most is that I really gave that job everything I had and they let me go anyway. The managers and owners were disrespectful to me, and drove me nuts. But I got along with most of the staff and as I said, I really loved the work. The worst part of it was that everyone on the staff knew before I did. Wowzers, do I hate that.

Another bad part of this is that the owners are prominent members of the arts community in this small town, and they are on the board of the local community theatre. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to work that organization now. So that means I can’t do theatre here, I won’t go to the only place in town with decent coffee, and I no longer have the income from a part time job. And my best efforts were rejected by people I wanted very much to get along with.

See why I haven’t felt like posting lately?

The highs have been pretty good lately, though. I’ll start with Father’s Day. Now, if someone were to ask me what I would like to do for Father’s Day, I would probably say one of the following:

* Watch a favorite movie, like Lonesome Dove, or Little Big Man, or any of the Zatoichi Blind Swordsman movies.
* Spend a few hours on the computer, perhaps playing Runescape or something.
* Go to Duluth and see Lake Superior.


But just to show how wise and thoughtful Most Patient Wife is, she came up with something I would never have thought up on my own: we rented a pontoon and spent the day boating. We packed a bunch of our favorite snack stuff and went to the lake.
Remember when I mentioned at the beginning of this post that this was the Best Father’s Day ever?

AngryTeen and I splashed around in the water for a bit, but most of the day was spent just tooling around the lake. And the day culminated with a most wonderful nap: I lay down on an inflatable mattress and dozed for an hour or so as we were anchored in a little cove. It was the deepest, most satisfying sleep I’ve had in recent memory. MPW read a book and AngryTeen had a nap of her own.

It was exactly what I needed. And even though I didn’t even know it, it was exactly what I wanted! Is my wife cool, or what?

Another high point of late has been in regards to the writing stuff with the newspaper. I’m still frustrated about the non-compete stuff, but the writing goes well and I’m learning new stuff with every piece.

Last week, we had some friends over and had a great time playing Sequence and watching The Iron Giant. We have a lot of kid-friendly movies, which came in handy for our friend’s four year-old kid.

MPW made a big batch of her famous jambalaya, as well as cornbread, fruit salads, and cherry cobbler. All that food was needed to replenish ourselves because we started the day with a hike the lake at (sort of) well-known St. John’s University. We ate, we played, we hiked, and it was a wonderful day.

So that’s what I’ve been doing lately. I’ve logged quite a few hours reading as well. My next entry will be about the stuff I’ve been reading.

What I'm Reading
I've been rather busy lately, but I've still taken time to read. I read every day, from dozens of websites to a couple of newspapers to books. I haven't read any fiction lately, unless you count a couple of books from rabid radio talk show host Michael Savage.

I'm almost ashamed to admit that I'm reading his books The Savage Nation and The Enemy Within. Savage's political rhetoric is rather dangerous -- just enough fact sprinkled in with the outright hatred to make what he says seem plausible.

I'm also slugging my way through some books by "America's Master Gardener" Jerry Baker. Now that I'm a landed homeowner, it's time I learn how to take care of a lawn and garden the right way.

Good Writing Day
Being addled by both allergies and allergy medicine didn't stop me from working today. I wrote three guest editorials that will be published a couple eof weeks, and a smaller story as well.

So, it was a good writing day today. Combine the income derived from these pieces, a shift at the coffeehouse and then on the overnight at the group home, and today was a good money day as well.

The Massive Pollen Attack of 2005
I mowed the lawn yesterday, and then played around in one of the small gardens in our yard. I had a lot of fun and worked pretty hard.

About a half an hour after I went into the house for dinner, I started to feel a little snorky and itchy. I took a shower, thinking that maybe I was having a little allergy attack.

When I was a kid, the problem was pretty serious -- rashes, swollen eyes, and clogged sinuses. I was miserable.

As the night wore on, things got worse. My eyes turned purple and swelled up so bad I could barely open them. I covered them up and took a nap before going to work at the group home.

An hour later, I woke up feeling better. Not looking better, though. When I got to the group home, they took one look at me and sent me home. Apparently, I could have scared the kids!

So I slept at home last night and today, through the magic of chemistry, I feel a lot better. My face is still so swollen that I look like someone clocked me a good one.

It's still not nearly as bad as when I was a kid, though.

Just a matter of time before this is a comic book or cartoon series....
It's the biggest news in law enforcement since Elvis Presley shook hands with Richard Nixon while accepting a US Marshall badge. The words in bold are my ever-so-witty comments.

Shaquille O'neal Joins Department Of Justice.

It's a full-court press against the bad guys.

Miami Beach Police Chief Don De Lucca welcomed Shaq to his police force. "Shaq's interest in police work is very real," De Lucca said. "He'd be a great undercover guy.?

Ummm? the cops know that everyone knows who Shaq is and what he looks like, right?


"I put a lot into it, and when I am done playing, I plan on going undercover and then being the sheriff or chief of police somewhere, either Miami or Orlando, I don't know yet," O'Neal said recently.

He drops by the department regularly for one-on-one instruction, speaks to De Lucca at least once a week, and is a few training hours shy of being certified to make arrests, conduct search warrants and carry a .40-caliber pistol.

O'Neal has been interested in law enforcement since he was a teen. He was raised by a stepfather who was an Army sergeant. Two of his uncles worked in law enforcement.

While playing for the Lakers, he went through the police academy and became a reserve officer with the Los Angeles Port Police.

During the 2000 offseason, he rode along with the Orange County Sheriff's Office in Florida. They recovered three stolen cars and made a handful of arrests.

I think this could lead to a new trend in pro basketball. Instead of being a bunch of thugs, they might all get legal guns so they can bust perps and slam dunk crime as we know it!

My House Smells Today
When I got home from work this morning, the house smelled of sweet peppers. That's because last night I made homemade sweet and sour pork, with three different kinds of fresh peppers. Throw in two apples, a strong onion, some pineapple and a can of chilis, and the result is a sweetness combined with sour that lingers to the next day.

This morning, I stopped off at the coffeehouse on my way home. One of our main cooks is out with a back injury and I popped in to see if they might need a little help. They asked if I would make a dessert or two, real quick.

I punched in and looked around at what was on hand. Then I gathered up a couple of cookbooks and scribbled some notes.

The result: two rhubarb desserts. One is a rhubarb spice cake, heavy on the cloves and nutmeg and covered with a mild vanilla frosting. The second is rhubarb crisp. I topped it with some oatmeal, walnuts, cinnamon and butter and a little whole wheat bran.

The whole restaurant smelled of rhubard and sweet clove, and the waitresses said that people were asking when the stuff would be done.

It was a nice way to spend an hour. I worked at the group home last night and when I get home, I'm always restless anyway. So it's nice to get paid for an hour to go bake and make people happy.

Loving The Job
My work at the coffeehouse has really taken a turn for the better. My hours have changed, and so have my duties.

On the days I don't work at the group home, I go to the restaurant at 3 AM and work until about 7:30. I work alone for most of the morning, which means I get to cook, bake, and blast music. Not too terrible, eh?

Every day, I bake three kinds of muffins, two varieties of scones, cinnamon twists, caramel rolls, and whatever cookie I feel like. Yesterday, I made ginormous peanut butter cookies, and today I made snickerdoodles. A few times a week, I make chocolate chip, molasses and oatmeal-raisin cookies. I bake bread almost every day.

I also make soups, Rice Krispies Bars, pies and cakes. If we need them, I make pasta salad, potato salad, and other assorted items. If someone comes in wanting breakfast, I cook things to order. It's busy, but it's also the fastest four hours of my day.

Honestly, I wake up in the mood to get to work. I'm actually excited about this job at 2:30 in the AM.

Man, if I could get this place to give me full-time hours at the pay rate I get at the group home, I would do this job for 20 years.

I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a job as much as I do this one.

Okay, now this is funny.
Just in case people forget that I am not in favor of this war:




I found this t-shirt at Extra Ugly, a site that is awfully proud of disturbing images and language. So if you're sensitive, don't click here.

I just heard that a friend of mine passed away a few days ago.

I haven't seen Peter Bryce for a while -- maybe even a year or two, except for a brief encounter about two weeks ago. I saw him outside of a store and I talked to him for a few minutes.

He was a talented man, and smart. He knew more about music than anyone I've ever known. He was a student of the nature of music -- what made something musical, what it meant, how it mattered. He was also a gifted musician.

Peter was a gentle soul, and though I rarely saw him in the last few years, every time we met I was glad to see him and always enriched by the meeting. He was smarter than I by a great margin, and I always suspected that he operated on a level of experience that I will never know.

He spent great amounts of time thinking and writing about esoteric ideas as to religion, history and music. Sometimes he would reference things that were completely unknown to me as if they were everyday knowledge. When I asked about details, he'd say he read the tidbit of knowledge in a four hundred year-old manuscript or out of print book.

Peter's greatest gift to me was his love of humanity. Over the years, we spent several hundred hours talking about the terrible way most humans treat each other, and what we could do to make things better. Ultimately, we always wound up at the same place: each of us can choose to be kind, and that's the best we can do.

On that score, Peter Bryce was a complete success. I will miss him.

Hilary Clinton: Stealth Presidential Candidate
Hilary Wants You, Iowa!

It's the worst-kept secret in politics. Hilary Clinton wants to be the President of the USA. She won't come right out and say it, but that's what she wants.

The above link will take you to story on Yahoo News. It appears that going to Iowa right now is rather inconvenient for the Senator, so she's inviting Iowans to come visit her in Washington.

I'm sure that Clinton's business with Iowa has nothing at all to do with the presidential caucus that is held there. Surely, New York (the state she represents in the senate) has some sort of urgent business with Iowa. Maybe there's a New York/Iowa Alliance in the works.

I don't have a problem with Hilary Clinton, really. While she would be a ridiculous candidate, I truly believe she would be a good president. In fact, I would vote for her in a second. She's smart, savvy, and let's be honest -- less morally compromised than her husband.

It would be nice to see a president in the White House that would be able to provide me a challenge if we were ever to play Scrabble. Don't get me wrong; I don't believe for a second that Bush is stupid. You don't get where he is today without having some brains. But words ain't his thing.

And I don't have too much of a problem with Bush, either. I think that people told him a whole bunch of stuff he wanted to hear, and he acted on what he heard. I think he really believed that it was important to invade Iraq. I totally disagree with him, but I don't thing he's some stupid evil person trying to take over the world.

But before he actually invades another country, I hope he gets in touch with me first. I'd love the opportunity to talk to him about it. But back to Hilary.

I think that she is a forward-thinking, intelligent and thoughtful person. She has some ideas I don't agree with, and some seriously bizarre baggage. But I believe that she would do good things as a President. It would be interesting (to say the least) to see who her cabinet and advisors were.

And I have to say, the Ditto-Cam footage of Rush Limbaugh's head exploding would be a whole lot of fun to watch.