Ashlee-Heather usually leaves me with a nice checklist of things to accomplish, just in case I find myself looking for something to do. My mission today: get some salt for all the ice on the walk-way down to our apartment. This is one thing that I will accomplish because I, for one, do not want to slip and fall on a 6 inch thick sheet of jagged ice from frozen boot marks in the (Mack)neer future.
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Also, Ashlee-Heather and I have noticed some boot tracks in our backyard. I’m thinking of calling up the neighborhood crime-watch team to investigate. And if that doesn’t work I’ll just have to rely on my instincts inherited from the Cat (daddymack) who used to head up the CW team in Portland. I think they’re just my boot tracks anyway or the huge raccoon that lives in the shed next door. One day I threw a big loaf of garlic bread over at the raccoon’s shed as a peace offering. There was way too much garlic on that thing.
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And finally, I got this new pocket calendar a couple of weeks ago. I feel real professional with it and I can say things like “well, let me check my calendar.” The thing about pocket calendar’s, though, is that you can’t just be happy to fill it up. You really got to watch what you’re putting in there. Like, for instance, this week I have written down two 7 a.m. breakfast meetings. These are examples of me being happy to put something in my pocket calendar without taking into account the fact that I haven’t seen 7 a.m. since Turtle’s cell phone alarm used to wake everyone up in the room but Turtle. I’m just playing, I actually did like getting up and having a breakfast meeting. I think I might start adding more of them. It adds more hours to the day. Alright, as Walter Burney once said “it’s time to break into this day.”