Everyone knows you can't control your dreams. You dream what you dream...
Last week while sleeping, I dreamed.... and it was a muscial. I do that sometimes. I can't remember the content, but I do remember thinking, "Oh! Another muscial!" Of course, I do know I was the star!
Question of the entry: Do you ever dream in a special way?
Here is a part of one of my favorite muscials...
This summer is sliding by faster than me on a pair of roller skates. I have about two weeks left before I actually have to report for duty. I'll play this week, and make a few appearances next week, and work the next (... no comment... <grin>).
This year, the powers-that-be decided to add an additional class to ours. Our class will have approximately 31 kids. Then, the same powers-that-be moved one of my aides. Should be interesting, to say the least.
Since this is my last 'play' week, I decided to make another trip up to see Cousin and her hubby. Besides, Charter is not providing the services I need in order to make entries, write e-mails or even IM with anyone. Other day, the second tech came to the house. I was just thrilled because, for once, the service wasn't working when someone was there. I go running out to meet him and in a rather frantic mode tell him to hurry up while it's not working. He just grins and says, 'Are you afraid it'll start before I get in there?' LOL... yeah, as a matter of fact.... <grin>
The phone & internet service only works at certain times. My friend Bo told me I lived to far out and I needed to get a pole like they had on 'Green Acres' because that was going to be the only way I was going to be able to talk to anyone. He is about right because I had no service up until the time I left to come to Cousin's. However, the tech with the cute answer (see previous paragraph) gave me his supervisor's name and cell number. He only asked me to wait until Tuesday before I phone. I have a feeling I will be phoning as soon as I walk into the house. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, in addition to having very little phone service, I rarely get a cell phone to work there. Bo just sighs... and tells me to get a pole. Again. <grin>
Here's to the last of the summer fun. Hopefully, we'll all have a little enjoyment!
As many of you might know, I am a reader of Jimmy at Jimmy's Journal. Jimmy makes daily entries with the exception of the weekend (He is usually re-couping from his Friday night antics.... ooopppsss... did I type that out loud?? ) However, during the week, readers have been encouraged to nominate people for the CAT award (you need to read his journal for specifics) for those lovely people who screw up. ROYALLY, that is. Just recently, I read his journal about a man who, looking out for his neighbor, decided to at least wound these would-be robbers. And I nominated this man for the TAC award. The only problem is, there wasn't a TAC (Thanks Alot Citizen) award. Until now. It came into view yesterday with the first awards being myself and Rose of 'Roses are Read'.
And now, I would like to thank Jimmy for the award by sending him a southern salute!
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
This past weekend, I went to a funeral with Bo and his family. The man was a WWII vet and he received a military service, complete with the US flag draped over the coffin. Of course, with that goes the folding of the flag ceremony, playing of 'Taps' and flag presentation. Afterwards, I was sitting with Louis and Lillian (Bo's parents). Louis (who is also a WWII vet and recently got to go to D.C. to see the military monuments) began to tell us each fold of the flag represents 'something', but he didn't know what they were. I looked it up and with today being July 4th (no, July 4th doesn't just mean bbq, beer and parties...), I thought I would share. I'm also going to print it for Louis and drop it by today. After all, tomorrow is his 86th birthday!
Flag Folding CeremonyThe flag folding ceremony represents the same religious principles on which our country was originally founded. The portion of the flag denoting honor is the canton of blue containing the stars representing the states our veterans served in uniform. The canton field of blue dresses from left to right and is inverted when draped as a pall on a casket of a veteran who has served our country in uniform.
In the Armed Forces of the United States, at the ceremony of retreat the flag is lowered, folded in a triangle fold and kept under watch throughout the night as a tribute to our nation's honored dead. The next morning it is brought out and, at the ceremony of reveille, run aloft as a symbol of our belief in the resurrection of the body.
(Wait for the Honor Guard or Flag Detail to unravel and fold the flag into a quarter fold--resume reading when Honor Guard is standing ready.)
When the flag is completely folded, the stars are uppermost, reminding us of our national motto, "In God we Trust."
(Wait for the Honor Guard or Flag Detail to inspect the flag--after the inspection, resume reading.)
After the flag is completely folded and tucked in, it takes on the appearance of a cocked hat, ever reminding us of the soldiers who served under General George Washington and the sailors and marines who served under Captain John Paul Jones who were followed by their comrades and shipmates in the Armed Forces of the United States, preserving for us the rights, privileges, and freedoms we enjoy today.
The buddy list re-appeared! Now the screen is balanced once again!
Yesterday's entry was so grim I forgot to add that my co-teacher is the proud father of a bouncing baby boy, weighing in at 7.13 & 21"!! Sawyer was born yesterday afternoon (July 2) at 1:40.... If he is anything like his dad, he'll be playing Auburn football in about 18 years! WAR EAGLE!
That's all for now!
OK, there are just a few things tonight. Should I list them?? Probably. I'm good at that.
1. Chuck passed away last night. At least he isn't suffering anymore, but I'll miss his entries, that's for sure.
2. Not long ago, I mentioned Adobe Flash Player won't load. It still won't load and I've done everything except take a baseball bat to the memory cards. That might be next.
3. I lost my buddy list. I mean, it's just totally gone. Not that it's a huge thing, but it did fit just perfectly on the right side of the screen and made a perfect balance with the AOL Welcome when it's all tucked in. I've searched for it and can't find it. It's MIA and there is nothing up on the tool bar anymore that says, "Hey Jack-Ass, here I am!"
If you find it, please return it ASAP.
4. You always hear about 'Hot-Flashes'.... does anyone out there suffer from 'cold-flashes'? You know the ones. They kinda creep in on you, make you feel like you're in a deep-freeze. For hours. In the summer??? WTF??
5. At the end of May, I ordered 'Bundled Services' from Charter Communications. I have had both internet and cable with them for years. I've always had great service from them, limited interruptions, etc. Up until I added the additional services. Cable/phone/internet has all been a real pain in the asp since June 11. Part and really, most of the reason you've not heard from me so much lately. I have had 4 different guys come out and try to figure out why I keep dropping calls (and no, it doesn't have anything to do with cold-flash!) And today, a new guy. I was glad to see him driving a Charter truck and not a flunky-service on retainer. I also told them to get rid of the direct line to the Philippines and India. These poor people just can't understand the phrase, "Fix it or get your shit outta my house!"
And now, for a much better list:
1. Monday, I'll be making a trip to TN to see "Dr. Bobby: Computer Proctologist" to take care of #3 & #4 from above. He is my favorite doctor for many reasons. One, he won't be practicing proctology on me. 
And second, he is my longest-friend person I know! 
2. The Charter guy that came out today said for sure the problem wasn't in my wiring. It's coming from the road. He also said he reported it. We'll see how long it takes to get repaired, or those international lines will be heating up! 
I was going to write this to my friend Mary, but I thought I'd just share with everyone.
My friend, Chuck, from Dribble is dying of cancer. I chatted with his daughter, Kate, earlier this evening. He is now bedridden and going in/out a lot. I've been crying since she told me.
I will miss him and his stories about all sorts of things from his printer that has a mind of it's own, his family, his experiences in the 'old-folk's home' and so many other varied subjects. He is also the one who urged me to begin writing when I was just a 'lurker' amongst all the journals. He is also a past special ed teacher. He advised me in difficult situations and made me laugh.
Thanks for everything, Chuck!! I'll miss you!!
