As ever...

My ham friend with the sick doggy reported a day after my last post that the dear pooch made THE decision for him by dying overnight in the veterinary hospital.  I know what an awful grief that is.  Mike, if you are reading this, I am sending healing vibes your way!  Losing a companion of so many years is as bad as losing a retarded child...retarded in the sense that Buster couldn't tell you he was ill. You were a most attentive caregiver.  Buster had the best!  You will miss him...and I hurt for you. 

It begins to look as if the middle school teachers in our building (of which I am one) will be moving to the renovated building by the end of the month.  Tomorrow is a half-day in-service, and we were promised the time to pack...except that there is now a meeting that will take an hour.  That leaves exactly an hour to pack.  Whoop-de-doo!  When the move is eventually made, it will be the FIRST time in my teaching career that I will have everything that matches.  The new rooms have sinks, carpeting, windows with internal blinds, built-in cabinets (that include a place to hang the teacher's coat!!!), and brand-new furniture. 

I am a co-sponsor of a ham club at school.  We have four kids who come regularly.  Yesterday, we adjourned to the computer lab for the kids to take practice license tests for the first time.  To my total surprise, one of our young ladies passed two of the three practices, and another youngster had a respectable showing!  One was absent, and the fourth just needs a little more time.  I will be totally awed if we can get two new radio operators out of the group before the end of the year!

This weekend, I have promised a ham friend and spouse that I will help them get their house ready to sell.  (They are retired and ready to put their tri-level on the market in favor of a brand new free-standing condo...which seems like a house to me!!)   When I get done there, I will go up to Muncie (weather permitting) to spend a day with the kids.  If weather doesn't permit, I will spend the day at home, continuing to de-clutter my house.  I just don't want to croak and leave my daughter with a mess to handle.  There is WAY too much "schtuff" here...none of which means anything to anyone!!

God Bless the readers of this "blog."  Sometimes I think I am writing to myself!