A frantic 24 hours two be sure...

I am sitting here in the Motel Six in Lake City, Florida, listening to the rain.  I guess there won't be any cruising with the top down today.

Drug testing done, fingerprinted, paperwork completed or nearly completed.  Went by the school and saw the classroom I will have.  It has a chalkboard, no science tables and somewhat stark. The principal has mentioned uttering some white board over the chalkboard.  Might be inclined to put my 36 inch television into the classroom and using apple TV.

I won't have any gifted students.  They are all placed together.  Not surprised.

Checked with Bees RV.  My background check came back "beautiful" (their words); I had a look around.  Hard to determine the character of the place but it seems better than Torchlite, the other place I checked out.  The only downside is that Bees is located on highway 27, a fairly busy thoroughfare.

No place place is perfect.  I need to shed myself of that expectation.

Trump is making fools of us all.  He first embarrassed us on his first overseas trip.  Now he is firing off tweets, showing the world that he and his deplorables have no clue about anything.

Madness. Utter madness.

The only blessing to our current situation is that the country is seeing exactly who and what the republicans are about.  Some of Trumps people will never come around. They are dangerously delusional and there is no cure for them.

Meantime, the rest of us need to continue to resist and be prepare to rebuild the republic when their ilk is finally deposed.


It appears that "Eaglemania" will not occur.  I am expecting an email, any time now, announcing that enrollment in that summer program did not pan out. The person in charge simply muffed it. The  program wasn't even advertised in the Rockingham County Schools until Mid May.

Getting ready for my move south will take time and much effort. Relocation will actually be a relief, even though someone my age does not handle change well.  But change is something I need right now.

Last week was excruciating. Some who haven't lived my life cannot understand.  I don't expect anyone to.

I am thinking Ma Barker has moved.  I have not seen her in weeks.  Neither have I seen her car.  A larger amount of things were moved from the house and I see new people there.  Is one of my nightmares ended?

The skank brigade is still present.  Before I left, I placed my trash bin out for the trash people. Hope the enemy does not dump it all over my lawn.  They haven't done anything that bold yet, but it would be a brilliant move on their part.