Ok, it has been quite a while since I’ve actually posted any content. I need to get back into the habit.
Life has been going pretty well; we had a big clearing of the garage a while ago, and it continues. At this time we’ve actually managed to get the truck into the garage while we were away. I have to admit that it looks really odd having that huge vehicle in my garage. I expect that the garage will mostly be home to my wife’s car. You can quite clearly see who ranks in our household, eh?
Summer has, effectively, arrived and the summer weather is certainly here – this week will see temps in the high 90’s with no sign of it letting up. I can look forward to my air conditioner starting up at 7am and not shutting off until the sun goes down.
The school year has ended – the last official day was Friday, although the grades had been turned in prior to that. Phil is really looking forward to having the summer off, and so far the local schools have managed to fend off the arguments of the idiots that think that school should extend to an entire year. Let kids be kids, I say. Now, go out there! Be kids! (Not you, Cliff.)
The trip to the reunion went well, as did the reunion itself. A lot of people I didn’t expect to see were there, and a few that I was expecting to see didn’t show up. I understand that’s normal for these events.
The most surreal even of the evening was the DJ. The DJ booth had a sign up saying ”(name) and (name), DJs”. Obviously husband and wife team, and lo and behold we had a male and a female up there spinning the disks (so to speak). But they were not the DJs – they were simply filling in for the actual DJs at the beginning of the evening. Doing a pretty good job at it, too.
The actual DJ showed up about 90 minutes into the evening. Just some guy, dancing a little with the music and turning it up so loud that no one could talk. Hint: If you are the DJ and no one is dancing, turning up the music probably won’t do the trick.
Anyway, somewhat later in the evening the DJ had an announcement. I can’t remember it word for word, so I’ll paraphrase:
“I’d like to thank Bruce” (ed: one of the organizers) ” for hiring me for this. I’ve DJ’d for some of his 4th of July parties and I thank him.”
At this point I’m thinking “Ok, this is the standard ’ If you need a DJ, call me ’ advert. But no…
“This gig has been pretty hard on me; it’s the first time I’ve DJ’d since my wife – well, ex-wife – died. She died about 2 weeks ago, they think she had a heart attack. We’re still waiting on the autopsy results. She had all of the songs on this computer – I’m not much of a computer wiz, so let me know what you’d like to hear and I’ll do my best.”
At this point everyone is just sitting there slack-jawed, not believing what they just heard. Way to kill the mood, dude! I’m glad he wasn’t DJing for a wedding – shades of The Wedding Singer. Instead of “Love Stinks” it would be “Love is wonderful until it keels over from a heart attack.”
It was so weird that it was funny – and it was everything I could do not to laugh. However, I bit my lip and prevented that from happening – this poor guy was obviously in pain and distress and that would just be cruel beyond measure. But the dissonance of the event and his announcement sure was a funny moment.
When Pam and I returned it was Father’s Day. We took the boys straight to In-N-Out Burger for a trans-fatty meal, and I laid around the house the rest of the day being pummeled by my sons. “He’s weak – GET HIM!”
In a surprise move my daughter Allison called. I had thought I was in the doghouse with her, but apparently not. That made the day all the more pleasant – it really was good to hear from her.
That’s all for now. I’ve got some picture galleries to put up which I should get to tomorrow.
