I'm typing this blog in between my morning chores...
Woke up at 3:30. Well, hit the snooze button at 3:30.
Got up at 3:45.
Its 4:30 now. Right now I'm ironing my clothes.
Blue button down dress shirt and yesterdays khakis.
(I like to get two days out of the pants I wear.)
Does anyone else do that, too?
4:40 now. Toaster is out and ready for three slices.
While that cooks (?) I'll get out the crunchy peanut butter and the homemade strawberry jam my mother-in-law makes.
Combine this with the instant coffee and I've got breakfast.
Whats on the plate today? I don't know what story we'll lead with this morning yet.
Whoops. Toaster popped....
4:46. At the table with the pb&j toast my coffee and this laptop.
Where was I? Oh, today's plate.
Later this morning Douglas County fire District 2 is having a gas fire training exercise the media is invited to. I think I'll go. That reminds me, DCFD 2 Battalion Chief Roger Johnson was thrilled with the response by the entire emergency response system during that crash on I-5 the other day. That might be our lead today. Depending on what else is in my in box when I get to work.
I wanted to write something about the weekend I had. First one without Duck games to call.
Got to spend some quality time with my family. Nothing like a Saturday at home to settle you down, you know?
Sprayed the weeds around the place, started the process of recovering my garden from a winter of weed growing. Mowed the lawn (twice). I love the baseball field cross-hatch look. I chopped it down on the first pass, then lowered the rear wheels one click and went 90 degrees and cut it again. (Do the outside edge last for a really clean look.)
Dumped all that grass on my new compost pile (thanks Mike!) and turned it over with the help of my still-loyal-yard-helper Raegan.
I wasn't planning on doing a garden this year, what with my schedule and all, but Jerry Allen insisted I get one in. He was adamant about it. Like - make me pinky swear I'll do it.
Thats because I have made more memories with my daughters putting in and managing our garden than almost anything else we've done together. When Jerry heard that, he kinda went crazy making sure baseball didn't end that tradition.
Well, looks like it won't.
But I learned something from all that work.
I'm so out of shape - I can't even rake.
Typing that last line hurt, too.
Well, this has to be the weirdest blog I've written yet.
But its still early.
PS Watch for a feature article on me and the Ducks in the News Review in early May. Craig Reed came to PK Park and took pictures of me doing my thing (look for lots of action shots of me talking - ooh thrilling) and then spent an hour interviewing me. Craig's a pro. I'm looking forward to the piece.
Brian
Woke up at 3:30. Well, hit the snooze button at 3:30.
Got up at 3:45.
Its 4:30 now. Right now I'm ironing my clothes.
Blue button down dress shirt and yesterdays khakis.
(I like to get two days out of the pants I wear.)
Does anyone else do that, too?
4:40 now. Toaster is out and ready for three slices.
While that cooks (?) I'll get out the crunchy peanut butter and the homemade strawberry jam my mother-in-law makes.
Combine this with the instant coffee and I've got breakfast.
Whats on the plate today? I don't know what story we'll lead with this morning yet.
Whoops. Toaster popped....
4:46. At the table with the pb&j toast my coffee and this laptop.
Where was I? Oh, today's plate.
Later this morning Douglas County fire District 2 is having a gas fire training exercise the media is invited to. I think I'll go. That reminds me, DCFD 2 Battalion Chief Roger Johnson was thrilled with the response by the entire emergency response system during that crash on I-5 the other day. That might be our lead today. Depending on what else is in my in box when I get to work.
I wanted to write something about the weekend I had. First one without Duck games to call.
Got to spend some quality time with my family. Nothing like a Saturday at home to settle you down, you know?
Sprayed the weeds around the place, started the process of recovering my garden from a winter of weed growing. Mowed the lawn (twice). I love the baseball field cross-hatch look. I chopped it down on the first pass, then lowered the rear wheels one click and went 90 degrees and cut it again. (Do the outside edge last for a really clean look.)
Dumped all that grass on my new compost pile (thanks Mike!) and turned it over with the help of my still-loyal-yard-helper Raegan.
I wasn't planning on doing a garden this year, what with my schedule and all, but Jerry Allen insisted I get one in. He was adamant about it. Like - make me pinky swear I'll do it.
Thats because I have made more memories with my daughters putting in and managing our garden than almost anything else we've done together. When Jerry heard that, he kinda went crazy making sure baseball didn't end that tradition.
Well, looks like it won't.
But I learned something from all that work.
I'm so out of shape - I can't even rake.
Typing that last line hurt, too.
Well, this has to be the weirdest blog I've written yet.
But its still early.
PS Watch for a feature article on me and the Ducks in the News Review in early May. Craig Reed came to PK Park and took pictures of me doing my thing (look for lots of action shots of me talking - ooh thrilling) and then spent an hour interviewing me. Craig's a pro. I'm looking forward to the piece.
Brian
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