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For the last week or so, I’ve been staggering though computer hell. I’d purchased a wireless network for the trailer so that the new desktop, the old desktop and the way old lap top I write on, could all play together and sing camp songs by the fire. It hasn’t exactly worked out that way yet, but the good news is that they are all able to surf the world wide web at the same time and having a very portable laptop that you can take anywhere around the park and still be connected to the world, is a pretty cool thing. It took a while to get everything up and running and forced me to upgrade the laptop to Windows XP but once that was done and tweaked, everything is back to normal.

The Older Boy started first grade last Thursday and though he tells me he’s still getting used to the fact that his teach is both old AND thin, and not, as he said he likes, young and thin OR old and fat, I think he’s truly excited about being back in school again.

Ike doesn’t start until September 15th a whole week from today, but I’m sure he’ll be looking forward to getting back into the swing of things as well. He has the same teacher that he had last year as well as the same PT and OT.

Labor day weekend was spent goofing off for the most part. We headed out to Vashon Island for the day Sunday, sitting on the beach at Quartermaster Harbor watching the kayakers, sailboats, and the Port Orchard Yacht Club’s (described to us by a passing member as a “Drinking club, with a boating problem”) scavenger hunt.

It was the first time we’d ever taken Ike on a ferry, and he seemed to enjoy it. For some reason living in Tacoma has cut down the amount of time we’ve spends traveling the Puget Sound by boat. It was a picture perfect day for being on the water.

We also went and saw the “Tweed Bicycle” from the Berkley Breathed children’s book “The Red Ranger Came Calling” which is still there, though we never did find the lighthouse that he said the old man lived in.

Right now things are pretty quiet around the park, I’ve got the day off from the mill and tomorrow I’m going to San Diego for a long day. Saturday I’m playing a show at the Kickstand Café downtown with Regan Lane and The Cloves. I guess I’ll be working on my material on Friday to make sure I still know how to play a song or two. Music has been a bit on the back burner these days and it’s time I get busy doing what it is I do best: Singing sad songs to the few drunken people who will come out and listen.

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