Whirly-Jig

T$ News:

We are, for the most part, settled into to our new apartment. Its a swell old place, the floors creak (we’re on the second floor), we have a clawfoot tub, turn of the centruy light fixtures, a nook, a red door, and some other fun features like a large pantry and a sweet foyer.

Summer is flying by. I’m not riding my bicycle for exercise as much as I should be, but am doing a good job using it to run errands and get to school. Meagan and I and some friends did some camping over the holiday weekend. It rained while we slept but only briefly while we were awake. Our camp cooking was super, chicken, venison, and breakfast burritos… unbeatable.

KS Update:

Mmm….not a whole lot here. Yesterday, while purchasing an ice cream/cookie sandwich at the Kum-n-Go, the attendant asked if we wanted to buy a “whirly-jig.” He noted a portion of the proceeds go to families in Greensburg, KS. We have no use for a spinning lawn ornament so we declined.

Other News:

My neice Bailey is eating ants.

Woot. Woot!

 

T$ News:

My semester is virtually over. I’ll watch student group presentations over psychological disorders tomorrow and my semester will be officially over. I’m already excited about next semester. I started to fill out my FAFSA renewal online tonight. I had completed six of nine steps, the demographic section (30 mins). Spending thirty minutes on the form was a major accomplishment for me.

The Department of Education then provided an option to print the data I had entered in a neat .PDF file, so I pushed the button to “view a printable sheet,” I printed it but then couldn’t return to the other 3 steps to complete my renewal. Now, I have to fill out the same demographic information again (30 mins). At least I have a printed copy…

KS Update:

Meagan informed me this morning that KS had received 9+ inches of rain for the month. An incredible amount. There was flooding at the archives. I went there and there were sheets lying out on the carpet drying. It also smelled funny.

Other News:

My dad sent me a picture of a tornado over Lewis & Clark lake.* Pretty wicked if you ask me.

My father is the friendliest man I’ve met. He once struck up a conversation with a man on the subway in some eastern seaboard city. I was younger, I think it was Washington D. C. The man either had an afro then or in his younger days. Turns out, he was from Aberdeen, SD. I remember he and my father laughing. The man told my dad that the temperature in Aberdeen once froze the water in his hair solid.

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