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August 6, 2005.
So, today is Luke’s birthday party thing (which is . It was also the day Jeremy was gonna do a Karate seminar (I don’t know why they call it seminar, when I think of a seminar, I think of falling asleep in a chair) so we managed to work both events in. We went to the seminar early and warmed-up ‘n all. Since it’s kinda boring I’ll skip ahead. The seminar was really good. Not much chatting and lots of movement. The guy kinda had a new york accent. I recognized the people from the seminar and testing at Standford. After the white belt (and up) training, there was a break before the black belt training, I thought about staying (since we were gonna go after the white belt training)but decided to go (since I didn’t want to miss the free food at the party).
We got home and cleaned up ‘n all. The Buell Kazee tapes I ordered from Berea College finally arrived! Pretty neat. The video of him was odd ’cause they tried to put in color which was a rainbow. everything looked like a rainbow. We packed up stuff and went to Wendy’s. We got there ten minutes late and nobody was there (axcept Wendy). Oh my gosh! ten minutes into the party and no guests arrived! How embarrassing. Later, Billy and Sarah came at the same time Paul and Gale came. I wont’ bore you with names so I’ll just say what happened. People brought food and we ate. Later, we played music and lots of it. Later on, we ate the cake. Sarah made a magnificent homemade cake that was almost unbearable to cut. It needed to be bronzed and framed! Some people gave Luke presents. Wendy gave him some computer angels. (apperantly you wind up their wings and they make all the problems go away). John gave him a potato gun with a potato. Luke started to get hyper which was kinda odd. I wouldn’t say twilight zoney but he doesn’t get hyper too much.
I was getting kinda jammed out so I went in the car with my banjo and played some old time songs. About an hour later, Wendy had to pick up her daughter so I hitched a ride home with her. I probably should’ve stayed at the Karate thing. (’cause the Karate thing was finished at 4:00 and the party finished at 10:30 (PM mind you)
I made it back in time for Signfeld (I realized I’m spelling that wrong but it’s close enough) night. I had some time to watch Who’s Line Is It Anyway? so I watched some of that. Two fire trucks pulled up outside across the street. Their lights were all ablaze and everybody was out with their hoses, buckets, spritzer bottles ‘n all. It turns out it was a false alarm. Too bad. I missed the best part of Who’s Line while looking out the window!
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August 5, 2005.
We went to the DMV to get some ID for me (just in case we wanted to fly somewhere) and a pink slip for the truck we’re selling. Boy, it sure reminded of cross between a dentist office and a airport. I forgot my social security number so we had to go back home later and get it. When we got it and I had to get my picture taken, I did one of my classic non-smile work-of-art facial expression. (I see all these old time photos of people not smiling so why should I?)
Later, we went to Orchard to get some stuff like trowels ‘n such. I got a box to put fishing stuff in. (’cause my old box only has one feeble plastic hinge left on it) I saw some Corn Nuts on the rack which wree mouth-wateringly appealing (haven’t had them in years) but I didn’t get it ’cause it was a pretty big bag of it. (more than just a tide-me-over snack)
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August 5, 2005.
We went fishing today this foggy day. How I knew it was foggy because the fog horn was tooting off. Since fishing for hours with a whistle in your ear every five seconds can get on the nerves (though after a while, you kinda forget about it and it becomes ambient) we moved somewhere else. I found a nice spot with nobody around. Luke didn’t like it ’cause there wasn’t a bench so we moved to another spot but that had bird “droppings” all over it so I moved back to my original spot. Something ate off all the bait on my line so I know something was down there. Later, some guy came and fished along side me. About a half hour later, we left. Just in time too ’cause the guy fishing lit up a giant puffer which sure stinked up the place. The smell of tobbaco carries far and wide on a cold day.
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August 5, 2005.
After watching this southern Banjo Styles thing, I’ve decided to make a mistrel fretless banjo. I wanted to do that a while ago but never got the inspiration. I’m gonna do the real deal this time. You know, gut strings, a real calf skin head, wood, and all the bassy goodness.
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August 3, 2005.
As I was trying out some wierd tunings with the Southern Banjo Styles tape, I heard this *thuh-thuh-thuh-thuh-thuh-thuh-thuh-thuh-thuh-thuh* sound. I recognized it as a helicopter. I didn’t look outside ’cause it sounded far away and usually ‘copters fly to the wharf ’cause usually a drunk person falls off the pier. (I say usually) After a while, it sounded very clsoe so I thought to myself, “ok, that’s close. I’m gonna look outside.” So I glanced outside and noticed this chopper circling our house. My first thought was, “oh boy! I’m gonna be famous!” It circled quite a bit. We (I wasn’t the only person in the room so don’t think I refer to myself as more than one person) got out the binoculars I the chopper had a + sign referring to a medical chopper. It also said something like Calistar or something but I’m not sure.
I saw it landed on/at/in the high school . . . football field! (ha! gotcha there!) We ran down to see. The gates to the field were closed but we saw a fire truck and all. I thought the football field was on fire but seeing that it was green, I perished the thought. Apperantly there was an accident on Laural St. (something to do with a fallen power line) and they needed fly some people outta there.
As I’m writing this, I just heard the ‘copter take off and fly past our house. I woulda taken a picture but I’m lazy.