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Father's Day

I did cheat and peek at a few in the journal-l. It seems that everyone agrees that journalist is a word, but feels like that is someone who works for a newspaper, so we should call ourselves journallers or journalers, neither of which can be found in the dictionary (or spell checkers). So, one L or two? Lots of different opinions. (I use one L).

And I'm closing my mailer again until I have to e-mail resumes somewhere or another. *smile*

My todo list for the day includes going to the grocery store, the making of lasagna, checking a few new (to me) websites for job postings, going through the Sunday paper for interesting job listings, taking Katie home and getting back to working on the EnterView thing that is sort of due this coming Friday and, of course, writing and posting an entry or two.

I'm supposed to be interviewing a man named Ray Whiting of Whiting's Writings. I find him pretty fascinating. Last time I went to his site to start to research and compile questions, I got way distracted by his writings on mandalas and labyrinths and didn't get much farther. The time before that, I got off on some tangent from his bio section. Hopefully, today, I'll keep my real objective in mind and stop being so fascinated with all the stuff.

Today is not only Father's Day, but it is Gaspar's birthday as well. Rodney talked with him on the phone a bit and wished him a happy both days. I'll be needing to remind Daniel to call his dad (whose birthday is next week) and have been trying to call Tony to give him a gentle reminder as well, but haven't been able to get through on the phone yet.

My dad is fine. He was fussing about his phone not working when I called. I guess he just didn't want to have to get up and go in the other room to pick up. His recent preacher trip went well. He updated me on all his upcoming doctor's appointments and inquired about everyone here.

All in all, it was a good conversation.

Tom started the day working on one of his web pages for work. He's trying to add a delivery schedule based on zipcodes. It is a pretty extensive table/database search thingie and I'm somewhat jealous that he can do that stuff.

As all true programmers, though, after a few hours, he got disgusted with it and decided to go work in the yard a bit. He started by trimming around all of the fences and patio and bushes and gardens with a pair of hand trimmers. I don't see how he does that without tearing his hands to pieces. Every week, he gets a token blister that is usually gone by the next.

My job, while he is doing all of this, is to occasionally take him a glass of ice water and a cigarette. I'm always amazed at his yard handiwork so I get all excited about it and we usually take a look at the growing things together. I'm still way impressed with the tomatoes but Tom pointed out to me that we finally have a little baby jalepeno.

The lawn will be lovely, as it always is after such loving care that he bestows upon it and tonight, it will be nicer than ever sitting out back gazing at the stars and hearing the mockingbird's song.