Thats better

Life isn’t much better but at least the storm is over. This weekend will be a bit of a race, once again. Soccer Saturday and church – I never know when I’m reading so it is one of those responsibility things to show up just in case. I feel like I’m letting the team down when I miss it on a day I am reading.
Anyway, Sunday is the diabetes seminar thingie and Gaylia asked if Rachael would mind being an older kid to look after the younger ones. She agreed. Nicole surprisingly did not. that’s said with just a soupcon of sarcasm And when I said Rach could ask her friend Amy to come along if Granny didn’t mind the extra company…Granny said it was fine and Nicole said she will stay home. This is gonna be a good one.
I’m not going because this is the last curling night and there’ll be a social thing afterwards and I want to be able to schmooze my way onto a team for next year. And only with one of the people on my team this year. That’s another story. Too late at night now. Must go to bed.
Oh, Letter to the Editor today in Esq. News calls my column (and me) cutsey, befuddled, illogical and sophomoric. The writer wants to know why the paper continues to print such drivel. And all because I said as long as we use electricity and excrete into the sewer system, maybe we shouldn’t squawk when proposals for sewage treatment plants and high power lines buried under Lampson happen to pop up. Of course the power line goes to the states but that’s another issue altogether.
Ah, at least I know someone out there reads my sophomoric drivel.
g’night dear. How’s Lent in Venezuala?