My father always told us that James Bond was based on his adventures from the days before he met my mother. We both agreed that Sean Connery did the best job bringing his youthful shenanigans to life. Rest in peace, Sir Sean.
— Robert is Tall (@RobJ_) October 31, 2020
Tag: Family
Happy Halloween
In early May my hair was lock down long. Jen cut it for me. It was wonderful. One month later it was getting shaggy again and Jen cut it again and it was wonderful. Today it was back to super lock down long and Jen cut it again and it’s wonderful.
I have never had a buzz cut before. At least not since I was old enough to tell everyone I didn’t want a buzz cut anymore. My hair has never been this short before. My 1992 hippy long hair past self is in shock, but I love it.
Thanks, Jen!
Happy Halloween, everyone!
Boo!
Surprise!
Well that was wonderful!
We just got a surprise visit from Bellana! She made the three hour drive here from school. Apparently she and two friends were after cake. A specific, magical cake… I guess.
What a great surprise!
Bloody Nostalgia
How’s that for a provocative title?
Get ready to be let down.
It’s funny what stays with you.
I had acne when I was in high school so out of fear of cutting my face to ribbons I bought an electric razor. I did know how to shave for real though. My father taught me how. I don’t remember anything he said to me that day, but I clearly remember that my Uncle Johnny (Dad’s brother) was there and he made one shaving suggestion. He said to be careful when you shave above your lip because if you cut yourself right under your nose you will bleed like crazy and it just won’t stop.
Like I said, I don’t know why I remember that comment from my uncle so clearly, but guess what I thought of this morning while shaving… just as I cut myself under my nose.
Gore, babie. Uncle Johnny called it.
Worst Nightmare Ever
I had a nightmare last night and it was awful.
Yesterday was my grandmother’s 114 birthday. She passed away over 20 years ago. She was the nicest, sweetest, kindest person I’ve ever known. Everyone has that person that makes them think, that person is a saint. She’s that person for me. My Nana was a saint.
And last night I had a nightmare about her.
I was laying in bed but it wasn’t my bed. I was sleeping on my side. I woke up hearing a voice. It was Nana’s voice. It was coming from right behind me, over my shoulder. She whispered my name a couple of times and a few other things that I couldn’t make out and it terrified me beyond my ability to describe.
There was a ghost right behind me, talking to me. I wanted to roll over and see her but I was frozen. I couldn’t roll over but I was shaking in fear. I had to force myself awake. I couldn’t do it at first, but eventually I was able to, and I put an end to the awful experience.
What kind of an asshole has a nightmare about their saint of a grandmother on her birthday.
I suck. I suck more than any human (except trump) has ever sucked before.
10 Years Ago Today
10 years ago today we bought a house. September 29, 2010 was closing and moving day. Right smack dab in the middle of the biggest economic down turn since The Great Depression we did our part to help our nation recover by sinking great big gobs of money into our home. With the exception of our wedding day, it was the biggest thing I’ve ever been a part of.
10 years ago today, this place was a house. Today it’s a home. Thanks to the friggin coronavirus, it’s also two offices and a couple of classrooms, but mostly it’s a home. Our home. I love it.
Hair During Quarantine
Twice since the lock down started my beautiful wife has cut my hair. Today, for the first time, she cut her own hair. She found a how-to video on youtube and this morning she went for it…
…and it looks GREAT! She’s not all that happy with it, but I think she looks fantastic. I am really impressed. There is literally nothing she can’t do.
Sad Note
I wasn’t going to let myself get caught up in September 11th this year. I was just going to focus on the present and let it go. Then I totally failed at that and went through all of my previous posts on September 11ths over the years.
Two years ago I wrote a big long entry on everything I did that day. I closed it with a little postscript:
My parents had Kennedy. Their parents had Pearl Harbor. My only hope now is that my step kids never get an event of their own.
Well, so much for that. The kids have a thing of their own now. Oh, and our Federal government knew it was going to be horrible and decided to ignore it. 192,000 corpses, all laying at the cheeto dictator’s feet.
Oh, That’s Just Ducky, Part II
On the last day before the start of the school year, earlier today they cancelled all sports because a bunch of student athletes caught the ‘rona.
Tonight they cancelled all in person classes for the first week. My step son will have his first day of school in his room at our house.
I want very much for him to have a normal senior year, but selfishly I am so friggin’ relieved. We haven’t even made it to the first day and already the virus has started spreading through the student population and it’s already bad enough to send everyone home for a while at least.
Finally, a smart move on the school district’s part. Finally.
Addendum: He’s going to have his first day of school from dad’s house and then come here afterwards. Same difference.
Methuen High School Teacher Tests Positive for COVID-19
Jen pointed me to this article tonight. The Lawrence Eagle Tribune is reporting that a teacher working at Methuen High School has tested positive for COVID-19. Hooray.
This is going to happen everywhere. Returning to school now is going to be a disaster of life threatening proportions.
Fortunately, while the teachers have gone back to school already, the students have not. According to the article, classes will start remotely next week and then in early October they will switch to a hybrid model where students will be in the school buildings part of the time and learning remotely the rest. So it’s very bad news for the teachers in the high school who now have to quarantine, but it could have been worse.
I just hope the teacher who tested positive is okay. Get well soon, if you’re experiencing symptoms. If you’re asymptomatic then get rid of the virus soon.
This does not actually affect my family. We do live in Methuen, but my step kids’ father does not. At some point, long before I was a part of the equation, it was decided that dad’s address would determine their school district, so my step son goes to school in dad’s town.
Here’s a copy of the article, along with a link. It was published yesterday and it was written by Bill Kirk.


