At 2:38pm today, my daughter Mary Frances turns 11 years old. She is child #6.
Mary Frances wasn’t my heaviest baby at 9 pounds 13 ounces but she was my biggest. That might not make sense but, trust me, she was butterball huge. When my friend Patti saw her in the nursery, she said she felt sorry for the other babies; it looked like most of them needed to be put back.
This week, we received our son’s official drill portrait via email. Makes me want to jump up and sing the National Anthem. Off-key and properly social distanced, of course.
Michael loves being part of his school’s Army JrROTC precision drill team. These boys practice throughout the year, most of them waking before 6:00am and arriving by 6:30am. They drill in the morning before school and, during competition season, for 8 hours on Saturday and 4 hours on Sunday. They are really, really good. In fact, they are one of the top teams in the nation.
The other week Angela began a job as a cashier at a local supermarket. She has a great internship lined up at her alma mater for the summer. However, this is contingent on summer school classes resuming on campus. And who knows if that will happen. So she wanted to have a backup.
I finally filled out and submitted our United States 2020 Census forms. The three official letters (including a paper copy of the questionnaire), one official postcard, and reminder that I am “required by law” to do this may have helped.
But I am curious to see if our survey is flagged for additional follow-up. Like it was in 2010.
The title of this post is “Japanese Words”.Google Translate provided the above phrase which looks more sophisticated in Japanese than English. I am beginning to think that our Asian sisters and brothers speak superior languages. Here’s an example:
Our auto insurance renews in May. We no longer receive a print copy of the 100+ page document that we have never read from cover to cover (but probably should). Every April, our insurance company sends us a renewal notice and a link to the electronic copy.