Easter has come and gone and our family did the requisite "family thing" for it on Sunday. It's been a season of celebrating, beginning with Leo's birthday on the 31st of March and continuing through the conclusion of Easter. Mare said the other day she made five cakes and hosted four parties. Quite the little hostess, eh?
I'm ready for some extended periods of sunshine and mild temperatures. Our spring seems to have been a lengthy period of gray, cool, damp weather. It has made me perpetually cold. I'm ready for the warm up.
I guess I'm dragging today, because I don't feel like my usual loquacious self.
I stayed up late with Mare last night, spending some valuable time with her alone. We don't get that much time to ourselves exclusively anymore, as you might imagine. When we do have time alone, we use it to sleep. So, for the conclusion of the Easter weekend and the birthday celebration season, we watched Mama Mia! It's a musical featuring the music of ABBA. It was a good musical. I guess being an actor myself, it has allowed me to look at the scenes for what they are doing to gauge what it must have been like to make those scenes. Meryl Streep is the star and she does an awesome job singing and acting. She displays varied, intense emotions in each scene and sings well.
The male actors weren't as capable as Meryl Streep, but they did a good job also, considering the demands. It looked like a lovely locale to film in also. Plus, I love the ABBA soundtrack. It's groovy. Makes me want to sing and dance. Very lovely. I was surprised I liked it, but I did.
School is winding down. I feel like I don't have anything else to teach anybody. Like I've taught them all I know. I know that's ridiculous, but that's the way I feel.
I'm blessed to have such a good family. Jack is smart. He is way into reading books on the human body. He asks tons of questions about the names of parts and anatomy. He may prove to be a doctor.
Leo is talking up a storm. He is sweet as can be and likes to have fun. He's also a bright individual and has confidence many other kids don't have. Mare and I are excited for the third addition to our family and look forward to having a genuine baby around again, as Leo is growing up fast.
I've got to push through to the end of the school year. I can make it. My own spring needs rewound!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
The Ides of March have come and gone
An astute reader may infer from the title of this post that, as a high school English teacher, I've recently been teaching Shakepeare's tragedy Julius Caesar. The ides of April will be upon us soon enough. The "ides" is simply the 15th, or middle, of the month. But,the ides sounds so much more ominous, thanks to that great line from the drama.
We've partied it up for Leo's 2nd birthday and included both of his sets of grandparents and two of his great-grandmothers. We ate some over boiled hot dogs, which came out with the texture of those Vienna sausages that can be purchased at the store. Marian made a rich lemon cake with yellow coconut frosting in the shape of a teddy bear. Spicy gum drops for paws and other features completed the bear. Leo is pretty well attached to one teddy bear and has insisted on sleeping with it for nearly a year, I suppose. I don't see any slackening in that desire any time soon.
Jack's birthday is coming up and I hope to see the same invitation list on that day. They are both such good boys, of course. We like to sit on the couch sometimes when I get home to talk. I've found that if you speak to them as if they were capable of understanding, not in any kind of "baby" talk, they will try their best to do the same. I've found if I'll shut up, they'll talk to me
It's difficult to find time to play with Jack and Leo the way they want me to. I've always got three other things that need doing. I'll often force myself to take a step back and realize that's my son or both my sons wanting me to spend time with them. Keeping this perspective forefront in my mind, it's easy to invest my most precious commodity into building a good relationship with my sons. That, I hope, is the result of spending all the time with them: a healthy relationship. I want them to trust me. I try to express to them often that they can come talk to Mare and I about anything.
It is difficult to answer Jack's questions, at times. He wants to know why. But sometimes his questions are hard to answer because I don't quite know what it is he truly wants to know. His questions, if they were asked from an adult, would not make any sense. For instance, "How does the spaghetti need to boil longer?"
"The spaghetti needs to boil longer to soften the noodles." I'll say.
"How?"
I've still many tasks to complete on the "to-do" list before the new baby arrives but, I've made some progress and can see some of those crossed out items, and that makes me feel better. The warmer, more dry weather, has helped.
Mare has been digging up our yard in the back yard to plant raspberry bushes. Each shovelful, she must sift the gravel out of the soil then replace it back in its hole. It's a lot of work for her, for fear of messing up digging, she won't allow me to help.
I believe I've 40 some days until summer vacation where the play will be produced, a trip to South Dakota will happen, and then the to-do list task elimination will begin in earnest.
That is unless my sons ask me to play with them.
Love to all.
cb
We've partied it up for Leo's 2nd birthday and included both of his sets of grandparents and two of his great-grandmothers. We ate some over boiled hot dogs, which came out with the texture of those Vienna sausages that can be purchased at the store. Marian made a rich lemon cake with yellow coconut frosting in the shape of a teddy bear. Spicy gum drops for paws and other features completed the bear. Leo is pretty well attached to one teddy bear and has insisted on sleeping with it for nearly a year, I suppose. I don't see any slackening in that desire any time soon.
Jack's birthday is coming up and I hope to see the same invitation list on that day. They are both such good boys, of course. We like to sit on the couch sometimes when I get home to talk. I've found that if you speak to them as if they were capable of understanding, not in any kind of "baby" talk, they will try their best to do the same. I've found if I'll shut up, they'll talk to me
It's difficult to find time to play with Jack and Leo the way they want me to. I've always got three other things that need doing. I'll often force myself to take a step back and realize that's my son or both my sons wanting me to spend time with them. Keeping this perspective forefront in my mind, it's easy to invest my most precious commodity into building a good relationship with my sons. That, I hope, is the result of spending all the time with them: a healthy relationship. I want them to trust me. I try to express to them often that they can come talk to Mare and I about anything.
It is difficult to answer Jack's questions, at times. He wants to know why. But sometimes his questions are hard to answer because I don't quite know what it is he truly wants to know. His questions, if they were asked from an adult, would not make any sense. For instance, "How does the spaghetti need to boil longer?"
"The spaghetti needs to boil longer to soften the noodles." I'll say.
"How?"
I've still many tasks to complete on the "to-do" list before the new baby arrives but, I've made some progress and can see some of those crossed out items, and that makes me feel better. The warmer, more dry weather, has helped.
Mare has been digging up our yard in the back yard to plant raspberry bushes. Each shovelful, she must sift the gravel out of the soil then replace it back in its hole. It's a lot of work for her, for fear of messing up digging, she won't allow me to help.
I believe I've 40 some days until summer vacation where the play will be produced, a trip to South Dakota will happen, and then the to-do list task elimination will begin in earnest.
That is unless my sons ask me to play with them.
Love to all.
cb
Monday, March 21, 2011
School's in!
That's right. I'm back at school after a one week hiatus we call "spring break". Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get over it!
I stayed pretty busy during spring break. Over the break I managed to patch up the wall where Jack's closet door used to be. We assembled the boys' bunk-beds and acquired new mattresses for them. Since I patched over that section of the wall, we were then obliged to repaint them. Mare chose a fun, golden straw hat color for the walls. She also created a paisley stencil inspired from the red handkerchief cloth on the curtains she sewed, and applied it in denim blue as a waist high border around the room. We acquired a "buffet" from an antique dealer, which will be used as a dresser. We moved Leo into Jack's room with him to occupy the bottom half of the bunk-bed. We took the boys to McDonald's one day during break to do something special for our announcement to them that we are expecting another child October 29th! We also painted the furniture dad had made for the boys.
Doesn't sound like all that much now that I write it down, but I was busy all the time. I also had play rehearsal both Saturdays and Tuesday night. I'll be playing George Whickam in Pride and Prejudice. I also sort of cleaned out the work shop a little bit to make room for actually doing some kind of work.
Yesterday, Sunday the 20th, we moved the cars out of the garage bays to let the boys play. I found an Army cot up in the garage attic space and Leo took a nap on it in the garage, listening to the radio. They also played in the canoe. Then, mom and dad (grandma Terry and papa David) came to visit for a bit in the evening. That was a real treat. Our house was a complete wreck! But I know they didn't care and we wanted them to come anyway.
On Friday I took both boys on one bike, my Hawthorne, to the south end of town to KFC to get a bucket of chicken. Leo rode in the Wee-Ride between my handlebars and my seat, and Jack rode in the rear carrier. They both don't like to ride in the trailer anymore, because they both like to be up on the frame at roughly my height. So, it is a little precarious. In fact, I spilled them both over right away, just getting mounted on my bike on the sidewalk with Marian there to help. It scared them pretty badly. But, that was the only incident we had.
I also want to celebrate the fact that I've overcome a mental block of finishing a short story for the last seven or eight years. Mom wanted me to enter a writing contest and I wanted to enter it, too. But, I was attempting to write in the evenings after the kids were put to bed and I just was not successful. That's when I've tried to do all my writing. I started a short story and didn't get it finished. I felt so bad that I let mom down, I made a new commitment to rise at close to four in the morning to do my writing before I get around for the day. It was the right thing to do, because I've already finished two short stories.They're rough drafts, but I reached the end. That's the point. I stuck with it until I had no more to write about for that story. So, I felt very accomplished. My goal is to write a short story each month, or twelve a year. I regret I let mom down, but her request prompted me to take my writing more seriously. To take it seriously, period. So I am taking it seriously. I'm writing more now than I have in a while.
And now I'm out of time. Enjoy the great spring weather!
I stayed pretty busy during spring break. Over the break I managed to patch up the wall where Jack's closet door used to be. We assembled the boys' bunk-beds and acquired new mattresses for them. Since I patched over that section of the wall, we were then obliged to repaint them. Mare chose a fun, golden straw hat color for the walls. She also created a paisley stencil inspired from the red handkerchief cloth on the curtains she sewed, and applied it in denim blue as a waist high border around the room. We acquired a "buffet" from an antique dealer, which will be used as a dresser. We moved Leo into Jack's room with him to occupy the bottom half of the bunk-bed. We took the boys to McDonald's one day during break to do something special for our announcement to them that we are expecting another child October 29th! We also painted the furniture dad had made for the boys.
Doesn't sound like all that much now that I write it down, but I was busy all the time. I also had play rehearsal both Saturdays and Tuesday night. I'll be playing George Whickam in Pride and Prejudice. I also sort of cleaned out the work shop a little bit to make room for actually doing some kind of work.
Yesterday, Sunday the 20th, we moved the cars out of the garage bays to let the boys play. I found an Army cot up in the garage attic space and Leo took a nap on it in the garage, listening to the radio. They also played in the canoe. Then, mom and dad (grandma Terry and papa David) came to visit for a bit in the evening. That was a real treat. Our house was a complete wreck! But I know they didn't care and we wanted them to come anyway.
On Friday I took both boys on one bike, my Hawthorne, to the south end of town to KFC to get a bucket of chicken. Leo rode in the Wee-Ride between my handlebars and my seat, and Jack rode in the rear carrier. They both don't like to ride in the trailer anymore, because they both like to be up on the frame at roughly my height. So, it is a little precarious. In fact, I spilled them both over right away, just getting mounted on my bike on the sidewalk with Marian there to help. It scared them pretty badly. But, that was the only incident we had.
I also want to celebrate the fact that I've overcome a mental block of finishing a short story for the last seven or eight years. Mom wanted me to enter a writing contest and I wanted to enter it, too. But, I was attempting to write in the evenings after the kids were put to bed and I just was not successful. That's when I've tried to do all my writing. I started a short story and didn't get it finished. I felt so bad that I let mom down, I made a new commitment to rise at close to four in the morning to do my writing before I get around for the day. It was the right thing to do, because I've already finished two short stories.They're rough drafts, but I reached the end. That's the point. I stuck with it until I had no more to write about for that story. So, I felt very accomplished. My goal is to write a short story each month, or twelve a year. I regret I let mom down, but her request prompted me to take my writing more seriously. To take it seriously, period. So I am taking it seriously. I'm writing more now than I have in a while.
And now I'm out of time. Enjoy the great spring weather!
Monday, March 7, 2011
A case of the Mondays
A case of the Mondays!? But I only ordered three! What am I going to do with a whole case?! . . . wait, it's not "that" kind of case of Mondays. It's more like a situation where I am suffering from a malady commonly known as "the Mondays". "The Mondays" are recognizeable in a person displaying any of a few of these symptoms: lethargy, indifference, grumpiness, excessive yawning, disorientation, halitosis (bad breath), mismatched socks, tardiness, red eyes, unkempt hair and appearance, loud cussing, and food and/or coffee stains on clothing.
I would venture to say I'm rocking about five out of those 12 symptoms. For whatever reason, Jack and Leo have not been sleeping well through the night. Mare and I think it's getting about time for bed changes. I'll be assembling a bunk bed next week for Jack for sure, and perhaps Leo. If Leo doesn't take to the bunk bed, we'll have him upgrade to Jack's bed. Either way, we're thinking that placing Jack and Leo together in a room will help them sleep better. Right after I wrote that last statement, I thought, "in what way will be putting two toddlers together in the same room help them sleep?" Maybe it's wishful thinking.
Jack and Leo both awakened several times last night, so that meant Mare and I didn't sleep well either. I was basically awake from two a.m. I laid in bed tossing and turning and occasionally drifting into and out of sleep but never getting back into that much needed deep REM sleep.
We still need to get twin mattresses and beding for it. I guess I still need to assemble it, too. That may prove more difficult than I foresee. I bought it used and I presume all the parts I need are there, though I'm not certain. I'm confident, though, that I'll find what I need to assemble it between my miscellaneous collection of "treasures" and the local hardware store.
Our whole family has been fighting to get our health back to 100%. We're all right up there at the 97-98%. I've got a tickle in my throat which causes me to cough alot trying to get it out. I'm relying on the supposition that when the sun comes out fully and the temperature is reliably more warm, all this nagging sickness will be completely, irevocably gone!
I can't wait to get out on some excursions on the bike this spring and summer. Plus, I have a huge "to-do" list of things I need to get done in and around the house. I'm excited about getting out there and making my yard and house look a little better.
Anyway, I hope your Monday is going well and you've had your shots against it, or have taken a pill or (Lord help you) a suppository to alleviate those symptoms. Just remember not to take it out on those around you. They may be having a "Friday at 5:00" experience on Monday morning!
I would venture to say I'm rocking about five out of those 12 symptoms. For whatever reason, Jack and Leo have not been sleeping well through the night. Mare and I think it's getting about time for bed changes. I'll be assembling a bunk bed next week for Jack for sure, and perhaps Leo. If Leo doesn't take to the bunk bed, we'll have him upgrade to Jack's bed. Either way, we're thinking that placing Jack and Leo together in a room will help them sleep better. Right after I wrote that last statement, I thought, "in what way will be putting two toddlers together in the same room help them sleep?" Maybe it's wishful thinking.
Jack and Leo both awakened several times last night, so that meant Mare and I didn't sleep well either. I was basically awake from two a.m. I laid in bed tossing and turning and occasionally drifting into and out of sleep but never getting back into that much needed deep REM sleep.
We still need to get twin mattresses and beding for it. I guess I still need to assemble it, too. That may prove more difficult than I foresee. I bought it used and I presume all the parts I need are there, though I'm not certain. I'm confident, though, that I'll find what I need to assemble it between my miscellaneous collection of "treasures" and the local hardware store.
Our whole family has been fighting to get our health back to 100%. We're all right up there at the 97-98%. I've got a tickle in my throat which causes me to cough alot trying to get it out. I'm relying on the supposition that when the sun comes out fully and the temperature is reliably more warm, all this nagging sickness will be completely, irevocably gone!
I can't wait to get out on some excursions on the bike this spring and summer. Plus, I have a huge "to-do" list of things I need to get done in and around the house. I'm excited about getting out there and making my yard and house look a little better.
Anyway, I hope your Monday is going well and you've had your shots against it, or have taken a pill or (Lord help you) a suppository to alleviate those symptoms. Just remember not to take it out on those around you. They may be having a "Friday at 5:00" experience on Monday morning!
Friday, February 25, 2011
EMERGENCY!
No one likes to get those calls: the unexpected ones.
I was teaching right along explaining the stinging dialogue between Mercutio and Romeo to a class of freshman students when the phone rang.
Marian's voice was calm, but I could hear the thick waver and knew she'd been crying, "Honey I'm having an emergency and I need you to bring your keys down to the library. I've locked my keys in the car and Leo's in it."
I ran through some scenarios quickly before I spoke. "Okay, I'll leave right now." I tried to sound confident and purposeful and above all, calm.
My main problem, as far as I could ascertain, was that, like usual, I'd ridden my bike to school. OHS is on the south end of town. Our house is across the river on the north end of town. I first had to go home to get my car keys, because I don't carry them with me when I'm on my bike. The next obvious problem was getting there quickly.
I gathered up my gloves, my leather jacket, and my helmet; told the students I had to leave then, and I exited the room. Almost immediately I ran into an assistant principal. I explained my dilemma and asked that he take over the class or find someone who would. He immediately offered the use of his pickup, and though I thought about objecting, I quickly thought better of it and accepted.
I drove home and retrieved the keys, then drove back across the river about halfway between the school and home to the city library where Marian stood holding Jack by the rear passenger side door of our car.
Poor Leo was buckled in his car seat looking out at Mare and just crying in frustration fear and confusion. Immediately Mare's face eased into relief. I had them unlocked and we both loved on Leo for a bit to ease his distress. I kissed them all bye, and drove back to school.
I spent the rest of the afternoon explaining to each class the "emergency" I had to attend to and assuring them nothing truly "emergency" happened.
I feel as if this incident will be proof positive to some of the people out there who would argue I need to drive a vehicle instead of pedaling my bike. I don't know about that. Yes, I was able to accomplish this task much more quickly, but I feel I would still have accomplished it nonetheless, even on a bike.
Lastly, I'm relieved this did not occur in the brutal heat of summer. That might have truly been an emergency.
All's well that ends well!
I was teaching right along explaining the stinging dialogue between Mercutio and Romeo to a class of freshman students when the phone rang.
Marian's voice was calm, but I could hear the thick waver and knew she'd been crying, "Honey I'm having an emergency and I need you to bring your keys down to the library. I've locked my keys in the car and Leo's in it."
I ran through some scenarios quickly before I spoke. "Okay, I'll leave right now." I tried to sound confident and purposeful and above all, calm.
My main problem, as far as I could ascertain, was that, like usual, I'd ridden my bike to school. OHS is on the south end of town. Our house is across the river on the north end of town. I first had to go home to get my car keys, because I don't carry them with me when I'm on my bike. The next obvious problem was getting there quickly.
I gathered up my gloves, my leather jacket, and my helmet; told the students I had to leave then, and I exited the room. Almost immediately I ran into an assistant principal. I explained my dilemma and asked that he take over the class or find someone who would. He immediately offered the use of his pickup, and though I thought about objecting, I quickly thought better of it and accepted.
I drove home and retrieved the keys, then drove back across the river about halfway between the school and home to the city library where Marian stood holding Jack by the rear passenger side door of our car.
Poor Leo was buckled in his car seat looking out at Mare and just crying in frustration fear and confusion. Immediately Mare's face eased into relief. I had them unlocked and we both loved on Leo for a bit to ease his distress. I kissed them all bye, and drove back to school.
I spent the rest of the afternoon explaining to each class the "emergency" I had to attend to and assuring them nothing truly "emergency" happened.
I feel as if this incident will be proof positive to some of the people out there who would argue I need to drive a vehicle instead of pedaling my bike. I don't know about that. Yes, I was able to accomplish this task much more quickly, but I feel I would still have accomplished it nonetheless, even on a bike.
Lastly, I'm relieved this did not occur in the brutal heat of summer. That might have truly been an emergency.
All's well that ends well!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Valentine's Day
Hey everyone it's that time of year when we have to "prove" our love to our significant others by spending some quantity of either time or money on them. Wait, that's the other 364 days of the year. "But, Clayton, the commercials and media tell us we need to show them our love in the ways they suggest! Look at those couples reigniting the flame of their love over a candlelit dinner; or the other couple in winter sweaters, before a cheery fireplace, sharing a long, genuine hug after he gave her a diamond. That's good stuff!" Well, maybe. But, more and more I'm becoming a person who generally doesn't believe in celebrating holidays, or recognizing birthdays or anniversaries. Maybe that means I need to become a Jehova's witness. I'm told they share a similar approach.
However, I appreciate the sentiment. I suppose I'll admit, rather grudgingly, that it does feel somewhat nice to know someone else beside myself is thinking of me, and my kids. My admiration for St. Valentine's day would likely grow if public education would successfully lobby to observe that holiday by not attending school, along with all the other ones it already observes. While they're at it, they should just tack on St. Patrick's day, too. After all, the only thing accomplished on those days in public education is the completion of NCAA tournament brackets!
Lastly, I'll apologize for not writing lately. Or maybe I'll accept your thanks for not writing lately, depending upon how you the reader view it.
I think I've successfully made it through the roughest part of the winter and have rode my bicycle each day school was in session. Eight snow days has helped my goal considerably. The coldest morning the bank sign said negative 12 degrees. Negative twelve degrees. I had a good frosty beard (I have a beard now) when I arrived at school and the students remarked on that.
Our family attended the groundhog feed in Humboldt. Mom and dad were in California. We visited Irene and I dropped off books in case she wants something to read. We visited Janay's birthday party and got to see the new Bartlett, Katelyn Jo, just a couple weeks old. We visited Bonnie and looked at a bunch of pictures from about the last fifteen or so years. That was a trip down memory lane. I sure did like seeing my grandpa Frank on his horses, and my cousin Tim roping, and Ross, Jayme, and Shane as youngsters.
Saturday night our single neighbor took us out to eat pizza for shoveling snow from her driveway. Then we had some teacher friends come over for a bit. Sunday, our family took a ride on the bikes out and about. It was nice and sunny; clear and cool, perfect conditions for a bike ride.
I was told about my sister's bad day of getting stuck in the snow, locking herself out of the house and running out of gas . . . all in one day! Now that's what a former generation would call a "Calgon" day, as in "Calgon, take me away!" Good thing my sis is so tough. Nothing affects her.
The boys are fine. They have a blast and fight a little bit, too. Mare's well. She takes care of us and I love her. Hope all is well with all of you. You are all on my mind.
However, I appreciate the sentiment. I suppose I'll admit, rather grudgingly, that it does feel somewhat nice to know someone else beside myself is thinking of me, and my kids. My admiration for St. Valentine's day would likely grow if public education would successfully lobby to observe that holiday by not attending school, along with all the other ones it already observes. While they're at it, they should just tack on St. Patrick's day, too. After all, the only thing accomplished on those days in public education is the completion of NCAA tournament brackets!
Lastly, I'll apologize for not writing lately. Or maybe I'll accept your thanks for not writing lately, depending upon how you the reader view it.
I think I've successfully made it through the roughest part of the winter and have rode my bicycle each day school was in session. Eight snow days has helped my goal considerably. The coldest morning the bank sign said negative 12 degrees. Negative twelve degrees. I had a good frosty beard (I have a beard now) when I arrived at school and the students remarked on that.
Our family attended the groundhog feed in Humboldt. Mom and dad were in California. We visited Irene and I dropped off books in case she wants something to read. We visited Janay's birthday party and got to see the new Bartlett, Katelyn Jo, just a couple weeks old. We visited Bonnie and looked at a bunch of pictures from about the last fifteen or so years. That was a trip down memory lane. I sure did like seeing my grandpa Frank on his horses, and my cousin Tim roping, and Ross, Jayme, and Shane as youngsters.
Saturday night our single neighbor took us out to eat pizza for shoveling snow from her driveway. Then we had some teacher friends come over for a bit. Sunday, our family took a ride on the bikes out and about. It was nice and sunny; clear and cool, perfect conditions for a bike ride.
I was told about my sister's bad day of getting stuck in the snow, locking herself out of the house and running out of gas . . . all in one day! Now that's what a former generation would call a "Calgon" day, as in "Calgon, take me away!" Good thing my sis is so tough. Nothing affects her.
The boys are fine. They have a blast and fight a little bit, too. Mare's well. She takes care of us and I love her. Hope all is well with all of you. You are all on my mind.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
What to do, what to do?
I know what I'll do. I'll leave school here in a little bit. I'll ride my bike home. I'll watch the boys play. Maybe I'll help out with supper. I'll definitely eat supper! I'll probably help out with kitchen clean up. I'll have changed into some more comfortable clothes by then. I'll read some books to the boys and sing them some songs for bed time. Then maybe we'll watch that DVD that came in the mail yesterday.
Tomorrow I have to be at school, but we don't have students, so I can afford to stay up later watching a movie.
The streets are all pretty well cleared of snow and ice now. My bike needs a cleaning. It probably needs a good overhauling, also. That will be a warmer weather job to do.
I guess I just don't have a lot to say today. I'm sure you're all celebrating.
Tomorrow I have to be at school, but we don't have students, so I can afford to stay up later watching a movie.
The streets are all pretty well cleared of snow and ice now. My bike needs a cleaning. It probably needs a good overhauling, also. That will be a warmer weather job to do.
I guess I just don't have a lot to say today. I'm sure you're all celebrating.
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