Friday, March 29, 2013

Good Friday




It's Friday until Midnight, so I still have time to post this blog.  Good Friday is a state holiday in Louisiana, so my usual posting time slipped by me.

I said a couple of weeks ago that I would be finished moving by the 15th.  That's still my story, and I'm still sticking to it.  The move is over, now we're in the unpacking phase.  My wife estimates 5 years for that.  I think she's an optimist.

A few days after we finished the moving phase (around the 19th for those of you keeping score) my wife and I were sitting in the front yard (there's plenty of furniture in the front yard for sitting on) just looking at the ... crap.  She said that as soon as she can find her stuff, she's going to make a sign: "This ain't no yard sale, this ain't no junk shop."  (This ain't no foolin' around.)

Okay, I reworded that slightly to amuse myself.

Anyway, I told her to leave everything off her sign but "Yard Sale."  I actually got her laughing, which (at this point in the move) was a major accomplishment.  
I'll go down to 412 and put up a sign: Yard full of crap, 1.4 miles.  Let me know when the American Pickers get here: "Is there anything, anything AT ALL, that interests you in this yard?"  "Nope.  Not a damn thing.  But the guys from Hoarders are right behind us."
Well, it was funny at the time.  I guess you had to be there.  Then I walked out to the road and took this picture:



It doesn't really show it all.  I had to ease to my left until my wife was hidden behind the POD.  (But I'm still alive.  And married.)

I also wanted to mention this:  I ran across it on LinkedIn.  I don't know what we can do about it, but Tujaugue's is an important piece of New Orleans' history.

Anyway I can retire in 688 days.  You kids stay off my lawn (for your own safety.)


Friday, March 22, 2013

Don Perkins Bennett, Sr. 1933 - 2013

Last week I blogged that my move was over.  That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.  It's really never going to end.  The amount of stuff at the "new" house will see to that.  I had some smartass things that I think are funny to blog today, but I've just learned of another funeral I won't be able to attend, for another close friend I haven't been able to visit with much for over 20 years.  I would say something about the admiration and respect I had for him, but I think his obituary speaks for itself:


In Loving Memory
Don Perkins Bennett, Sr.
11/20/1933 - 3/15/2013
Don Perkins Bennett, Sr. was born in Sabine County, Texas on November 20, 1933 and passed from this life on March 15, 2013. After spending the first 12 years of his life as a barefoot farm boy in the backwoods of East Texas, he moved to Beaumont and graduated from Lamar High School in 1951. Don served in the U.S.A.F. from 1953-1957, and returned to graduate from Lamar University in 1961 with a B.S.E.E., going to work in the aerospace industry, first in Seattle, and then in California.
Don returned to Texas in 1968, taking a job with Boeing Aerospace until 1990. His long career ranged from training Apollo astronauts to designing safety specifications for the Space Shuttle. He received a Silver Snoopy for his work on Apollo 11, as well as many other mission achievement awards. Don retired from Boeing in 1990, continuing work on the Space Shuttle program at SRS Technologies until 1995. He later came out of retirement in 2003 to provide support for the Return To Flight Program at Barrios Technology, with his final retirement in 2010.
Don began his life-long commitment to the Boy Scouts of America in 1969 when his eldest son joined a local cub pack, and continued his volunteer work right up until his final illness. Don's many accomplishments included the transformation of the Camp Karankawa Winter Camp, held by the Bay Area Council, into a large and well-established event. Don always liked to point out that there were more merit badge counselors by the 20th year of his directorship than there were campers in his first year. Don was also known for his successful mentorship of Troop 609 in League City, TX, which went from 4 boys in 1982 to a large and thriving community of scouts by 2013. Don was awarded the Silver Beaver, the Bronze Pelican, and the St. George emblem for his work. He was also a member of the Order of the Arrow scouting honor society and the Wood Badge adult leadership program. He was especially proud of the many boys he mentored to the rank of Eagle Scout.
Don will always be remembered for his green thumb, his love of oak trees, his talent with a chainsaw and his devotion to his family. He is preceded in death by his beloved wife of 53 years, Patricia Bedair Bennett, his parents, Bertha Solly and Benjamin Perkins Bennett, his brother, Archibald Bennett, and sister Joy Cowart.
He is survived by his sisters, Maurene Roberts and Dorothy McCall, and by his children, Don P. Bennett, Jr. (Deborah), David B. Bennett, Margaret R. Bennett (Richard Luciano), and his grandchildren, Margaret, Benjamin, and William Bennett, Susanna and Elizabeth Luciano, plus the many young men and women whom he took into his heart and loved as an extended family.
In lieu of flowers, please send a contribution in his honor to the Boy Scouts of America, Bay Area Council at www.bacbsa.org.

Friends are cordially invited to the visitation with the family on Friday, March 22, 2013 at 1:00 P.M. followed by the Funeral Service at 2:00 P.M. at the Jeter Memorial Funeral Home Chapel, 311 N. Friendswood Dr., Friendswood, TX 77546 (281) 992-7200. Interment will be on Saturday, March 23, 2013 at 1:00 P.M. at Yellow Pine Cemetery in Yellow Pine, TX.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Finally


The move is completed.  (I'm writing this on the 12th, anticipating having it posted on the 15th, and assuming that when this posts that statement will be true.  Wish me luck.)

Regardless, when this posts I'll be in Alexandria, wearing my pirate hat.  (I can attribute that description to our Junior Past Grand Master, who will be installed as Grand Commander of Knights Templar this weekend.)

And since I brought it up I might as well post a picture.  (It can't be as bad as the last one.  Can it?)



(Okay, maybe it can.)

Oh!  If there's anybody reading this, take a look at Kickstarter:

My friend Eric Gignac is behind this project.  If you have any money to invest in a creative endeavor, I recommend it.

Anyway, I can retire in 702 days, so you kids get off my lawn.

Friday, March 1, 2013

I'm Tired


This move is something else.  I was surprised to notice I've only missed one week of blogging.  I'm only posting this out of pure hardheadedness.  But I will at least post a picture of myself:



I can retire in 716 days, and you kids get off my lawn.

Friday, February 15, 2013

Raw Blog


10:08 PM 2/15/2013

I've actually been logging this week.  It's been a busy week.  I almost have an excuse for not having this posted by 4:45 this afternoon.  I will have it posted before Friday is over however.  I will probably clean it up some, but I think it's going to pretty much as it happened.  I started just after midnight Tuesday morning:

12:14 AM 2/12/2013

Happy Mardi Gras!

I missed another blog.  Had I posted Friday I would have mentioned that it was two years and one week until I can retire.  Sometime Saturday I said to myself "d'OH!  I meant to blog last night!" I started thinking about the title "A Dollar Short," but didn't do anything with it.  

Now it's Monday night (Tuesday morning, actually..., for the past 23 minutes) and I'm typing this.  When I started thinking about this I was going to mention that I had a cat scratching at my door (that would be Tipsy) but she got bored and left.  Then I was going to mention that I had a dog pacing outside, because she doesn't like the thunder.  (She's back, because the rain has picked up again.)

Anyway,  that's what's going on with me on Fat Tuesday morning, when I'm planning to post this on Friday, at which time I will have exactly two years until I can retire.

5:27 AM 2/14/2013

This may turn out to be a real web LOG.  It's Thursday morning, and my alarm radio will start in about 2 minutes (probably to Stevie Ray Vaughn.)  Was at the office until 7:30 last night, got to bed early.  Was hoping (but doubtful) that I could get an early start today and maybe get a handle on things.  That's looking more promising.  (There goes the radio.  Now I'm just waiting for the coffee pot.  There's Stevie Ray at 5:32 AM)

10:28 PM 2/14/2013

I'm a procrastinator.  Actually I prefer to think of it as "creative prioritization."  That's why it annoys me to have to be the one to call down these folks on waiting until the last minute to file their campaign finance reports.  

10:36 PM 2/15/2013

So now I'm back to Friday night.  Didn't have much to say, but it appears I used quite a few words to say it.  I actually managed to leave the office before 6:30 tonight.  Maybe I'll blog about that sometime.  But now I can retire in 730 days (or 2 years, or 104 weeks, or 17,520 hours, or 1,051,200 minutes, or 63,072,000 seconds.  Probably a little less than that.  The seconds are tickin'.)  So you kids get off my lawn.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Two Years, Two Weeks.


Then I can retire.  I can't wait.  Two years is the blink of an eye.  Time is a barreling steamroller.  It's headed right for you, there's no stopping it, and it's gonna leave you as flat as Wile E. Coyote.

It's been one of those weeks.  I think I say that every week, but I think I mean it this week even more than most.  And that's from working a day and a half.

I started the week by taking Monday off to have what was left of the wisdom tooth I've been whining about, (... I'm not sure I've been whining HERE, but I've been whining ...) 17 my dentist calls it, removed.  I chose the fourth Monday because the second Monday wasn't available, my dentist is up near my Lodge, and being the new Secretary I figured I could take care of some business and get my desk in order, and maybe get out of the meeting at a decent hour.  That all worked out pretty well.  Except that last bit.

I'm sure I've mentioned that this is a "busy season" at work.  Annual and Supplemental Campaign Finance reports are due February 15th.  As the deadline draws nearer (two weeks now) the calls pick up.

I went in late on Tuesday.  Had to wait for the pharmacy to open, needed to pick up an antibiotic for my tooth.  BTW, the extraction went very well, all things considered.  I'm just lucky I guess.  I was lucky at work as well, I only had 10 voicemails when I got there.  I think a couple more came in while I was checking those, and they kept me busy all day.  I got over my control-freakishness, and figured out the best way to share the wealth with the rest of the IT staff (both of 'em) so we got all the calls returned.

Tuesday was also my mother's birthday.  She's 95.  I tried about 4 times to call, but got a fast busy signal.  But she wouldn't have been able to hear me anyway, and she has probably received my card by now.  I learned from the radio Tuesday that she shares a birthday with W. C. Fields.  I found that interesting because I mention Fields in the blog I started writing New Year's Eve, with the intention of using January 11th, and was going to use today if this thing hadn't started rolling.  She always told me she shared a birthday with Thomas Edison.  But I just checked Wikipedia, and they say he was born Feb. 11.  That's my momma.

I think I have also mentioned that I'm in the middle of moving, which is a joy untold.  I took Wednesday off to further recuperate from the tooth and continue packing for the move.  I didn't feel like I accomplished much but I guess we moved a lot of stuff.

Thursday (which is today as I write this) I went to work (got there almost on time to everyone's surprise) and returned calls.  I came home early to let the dog out and do more packing.  Didn't accomplish much.

And Friday begins Grand Lodge.  I've taken the whole day off.  I need to take the dog to the vet, a load to the country, and be back in town for Grand Lodge about noonish.  

This is a long blog, and I haven't done anything but whine about my week.  There can't possibly be anybody out there that actually enjoys reading this.  Can there?

Anyway, I can retire in 744 days, so you kids get off my lawn!


(This is not a political statement.)
(Really.  It's not.)

Friday, January 25, 2013

1/25/2013



Well, I didn't get a post written last week, and I'm late with this one.  I was at a Masonic meeting (of all things) last Saturday, and I had two people mention reading my blog.  Actually, they said they enjoy it, but of course I don't believe that.  I'm sure it's just like watching a train wreck.  You want to look away, but you just can't.  But it made me think I might consider putting a little more thought into what I write here.

Nah!!!!!

Right now it's 9:56 PM and I can hear my cat Bandit in the hall.  She's obviously walking around with her "baby."  I can hear it in her voice.  When I posted her video, I discovered that Blogger doesn't post a video as a still picture.  I've been trying to put a picture in each post for a while, but didn't have one for today.  I got one of Bandit earlier tonight, right after she dropped the "baby."  If my iPhone ever shows up under "My Computer" I'll post it here.


Bandit and her "Baby"

It's been a busy two weeks.  I had Masonic functions the last two Saturdays and Grand Lodge is next weekend.  (And I need to find my credentials.  Newfoundland and Labrador must be represented.)  At work, the deadline for Annual and Supplemental Reports is coming fast, and we also have elections in March and April.  And to top it all off, I'm in the process of moving.  Fortunately, I already started a post for next week (actually I started it for two weeks ago) on New Years Eve.  Maybe I'll use it.

Well, it's 10:49 PM and I can retire in 751 days, so you kids get off my lawn.