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This morning, Jeremy got to meet his baby nephew for the first time and I got to hold Sammy for the first time. Of course as soon as he was on my lap, he filled his diaper with a mighty stink.
Jeremy is taking a direct flight to Chicago from Tri-Cities and will meet-up with Courtney at the hotel; she is having the scans done today at the hospital.
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Dog Days end today; maybe the rains will come as we exit the hottest and driest part of the year.
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Some of our schools have been in fall session for more than a week and others began classes this week. The district fair begins next week and autumn will rapidly be snapping at our heels. When this area was largely small-farm dependent, school did not begin until after Labor Day, the first Monday in September. As the farms were being displaced by subdivisions and farmers were punching time clocks at local factories, the beginning dates for school began easing into August and the fair followed suit. I used to love the fair; it was a highlight of the year. I worked for local farmers in hay fields and tobacco patches during the summer so as to have money for a one night stand watching Cleo and Chloe perform their hootchie-kootchie exhibition on a stage in front of their tent. I was too young to buy a ticket to see the “show” inside, but the hawker once took my dollar and allowed me to sneak under the edge of the tent to watch the ladies gyrate. I wanted to see titties, but it never happened. One time I even had the courage to take a neighbor girl to the fair with me; being an extremely shy young man, she had to ask me for the date. I suppose I was 16 and she was 13 or 14 but, to my delight, I found that she was much more “worldly” than me. Very educational evening by the time I got her home.
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Since the local power board installed self-reporting meters in our neighborhood last year, my electric bill has declined by an average of 40 percent. Either I was getting screwed for many years or I am about to get screwed; nothing good for the consumer lasts long in the world of corporate profits.
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Have a Day of never ending Love!
2 comments:
you gotta wonder who was reporting your meter reading before? That meter maid needs a slap; or, send Sammy to sit on his/her lap when he is ready for his next big event.
Hoping for all the best for Courtney.
I think our kids are still on the farmers schedule. So the schools sit empty for all that time. What a waste of space. You would imagine that there could be school all year long these days. Maybe some technical courses, photography, or business, or book keeping. Something extra for those who would want to get ahead. But I dream.
It wasn't the meter-readers; I read the meters myself on the same days that they did; it was a faulty meter and some of my neighbors had them too. Of course the power board isn't wanting to give us any kind of refund, saying the meters were accurate and that we are now conserving better.
Two of our city elementary schools have all-year classes and I don't know why the rest of them don't. I suppose teachers like the reprieve.
Thanks, Maggie.
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