April 30th, 2015
Response to Backyards
Our new backyard
Oh yes. Pics. Good Idea. I keep forgetting the before stages. A has had three games under his belt. He’s loving it. There are 7 10U teams in our “club” association, so a bit diff from Auckland. And all the dad’s (and most of the moms) understand the game. I’m not coaching and it’s hard to keep my mouth shut. Impossible.
The puppy is a border collie, but she’s red. From Oregon. M doesn’t know we’re getting her yet. A is beside himself waiting. She should be arriving Sunday next.
The weather here has been like an Auckland winter except colder. Unusually wet. M still cries some nights. “Why did we ever move? Bla, pa, aahhhh!” I think we’re moving into the next stage with A. The obnoxious one where he learns from peers and media to say things he gets in trouble for at home. Sarcasm is an unpleasant form of expression that we Americans seem to take to an unfortunate height. Whateverrrrrrrrrrrr! Smack! Not in this house, boy. The saga continues and I’m learning that I’m not only saying things my dad said, but a lot he never would have said. I’m wondering how really mixed up my kids will be.
You’ll be happy to know I’m out of the software business. Finally. What a wreck. I hung up my spurs with that outfit just before Christmas. Couldn’t stand the chaos and ambiguity and overall ill moral health of the environment. I was looking to kick bunnies every night. I’m still threatening them, but at least I’m not being cruel. Focus now is online retail through Amazon. 20 billion last year with 20% growth and this is early stage growth. Them times, they’s a changin. It’s more technical than I prefer, but it’s real and MINE! MINE, I tell you.
What a different world here. Where else can you put a canvas log carrier (bag) online and earn 12k/month? In NZ it would be about $89 for the year.
How’s the fishing, hmmm, I mean karting?
Glad you’re well. We must actually use our voices to communicate soon. I fear I’m loosing some of that ability. Well, gotta go. Wife is texting from the kitchen.
Shkiwi Blog is a place for random mumblings and soliloquy between myself and Marceau Baramundi. Kind of like long distance love letters, but without the love.