I know, I know. No postings for a couple of days…Bad Paul, bad Paul! This’ll be short, but it should satisfy your need a little bit.
It’s a hazard of daily blogging–occasionally you’ll come up empty. The idea-rator chugs and chugs and comes up with nothin’. There are times that life is full, and consequently, ideas are vastly recharged and ripe for the picking. But there are times where life is, or at least seems less full, and the fodder for the blog mill is greatly reduced.
Such are things now. Summer has begun, if not in name, then at least by the calendar. The kids are off of school. Jenni’s off of school. Work is work. Home life is the same daily ritual. The status quo is proudly smiling in the corner.
Last night was softball night. An early game, so it was straight there from work. Got in six innings of the game before time ran out. And we actually won. We won our first game. It only took us seven games to get to that point. As mentioned before, our team is a bit of an oddity in this league. It’s a league populated primarily by bar-sponsored teams of twenty-somethings. Ours is largely a team of thirty and forty-somethings. Not to say that’s an excuse for our constant poor showing, but I think generally we’re a little less strong, and certainly less organized than most of the other teams. Plus we’re in it for fun, not for winning. Some teams really seem to have that at the top of their wish list.
Tonight (Wednesday), Jenni, the girls and I all went to Feed My Starving Children to package meals that are sent off to the starving of the world. We were part of a group from Mt. Carmel, and with the help of one other church group, we prepped enough meals to feed 36 kids one meal a day for a year. It’s important and small all at the same time. Important because that’s 13,000-plus meals more than were there an hour-and-a-half before we started. Small because you just know it probably isn’t nearly enough to make a dent in the problem of famine.
Yet it was fun–or at least as fun as something like this can be because of the relative gravity of the situation–and the girls really seemed to get something out of it and had a good time. At least they didn’t look on it as drudgery.
So normal life will continue on unabated. Tomorrow is the farewell to a coworker whose contract can’t be renewed per archaic corporate rules. She’s a great worker, and through no fault of her own, nor, it appears, our managers, she can’t be hired on for now. So we’ll likely lose her forever. Oh well. Proof positive that corporate decision-making is based largely on sometimes flawed opinion and arbitrary rules.
Friday will be the glorious end to a long week. Heading into a weekend that at this point is burning with hope and promise. Leading into a week when Jenni will be gone, leaving me to parent the kids on my own. I’ll try to have some Bailey’s and Valium available. Stay tuned. The entries next week could be interesting.
But that’s for later. For now, you’re caught up.
See you tomorrow.