Day in the Life of a public servant

Morning arrives...




Get ready for work, SO not myself in office wear!

Off to work I roar, ready for another productive day serving the citizens of Akron!

Yup, better get another cup to embrace the joy of public service!

Already hard at work at my desk...

The phone! Smile! Citizens love a caring city worker! It soothes the sting of tax dollars "paying my salary"

How I really feel about said call....

After a long hard day listening to calls about trash, garbage, litter, rats, food poisoning, bats, rats, sending out dog heads for rabies testing, hearing about vile smells, the findings of a persons ashes in an eviction, raccons, squirrels and evil spirits living in peoples attics, excessive dustiness from construction sites, naked people living in condemed buildings and animals left in repossed homes, birds flying overhead and pooping on someones car, and viewing pics of giant ice sculptures of personal body parts and whatnot, I happily shut off the computer and head for the vator....

SO HOW WAS YOUR DAY????

I jujst taught a reading class with my zipper down. Fortunately I was wearing underwear.

Very Awesome link - the human clock

Try this - enormous amount of work that the creator went to. Has a photo for every minute of the day - sometimes it is fun to try to find the time in the photo.

Moose Cholak Pics

For the uninitiated, here is Moose Cholak

I am proud to report that Joe has now fully demonstrated all of the essential qualities needed to one day assume the crushing load of lineage that he must bear.; I am now convinced beyond all doubt that he will be able to take the houndy pups legacy well into the 21st century. At the last Friday night game , the Varisty and the Magnificent Seven ( 7 freshman players who have been promoted to Varsity, quite a feat for Joe who had never played organized sports before ) were running through the tunnel that the marching band creates. It had been raining for 2 days and was drizzling then, when Joe, better known in the locker room as Moose Cholak, collided with some puny cornerback, got a cleat stuck in the other kids cleats and fell down, careening out of control toward the unsuspecting trumpet section. Fortunately the Titanic did not sink but got up and ran through the tunnel of trumpets joining his teammates. The trumpet section escaped unscathed. I have never been more proud.

Goodness Gracious, Great Balls of Fire

On Mondays at 5:00, my student Rachel comes for her lesson. This is the only time during the school week that the guys are allowed to play on the computer or watch t.v., so they are fully occupied while I'm with Rachel. This past Monday, at about 6:05, Aaron came to the piano and said, "Mom, there's been a little fire outside, but everything is fine now. We think some teenagers came and started a little fire and left. But we got it out, and everything is fine." So, I went outside and Will had that caca eating look on his face. "Will, have you been playing with matches?" "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The tears began to fall. "Where is the fire, Will?" He pointed to the cars, both with a full tank of gas. I went around the cars and AHHHH, and big section of the hillside was scorched. The trash can? Melted. The bicycle? All plastic pieces melted. The covering to the firewood? Melted into said wood. Lying on the ground is a little plastic cup and a flower pitcher. As it happened, about 3 minutes before, the neighbor came out for a smoke, saw the smoke, heard the crackle, looked at the guys and said, "Uh, fellahs? Do you need some help?" "WAAAAAAAAAAAAA," cried Will. So, Tracy brought her hose over and put out the fire. As she stood there, hose in one hand, cigarette in the other she said, "You know fellahs, I think you've probably learned a lesson from this. Number one, don't play with matches. Number two, little boys sometimes do stupid things."

As I've told this story, you can't believe the fire stories I've heard about other peoples children and childhoods. Amazing. I'll add some here later as comments.

Intrestin weather we're havin

Oz inspired moment. Its warm and fuzzy, no? I bet Fig feels like skipping with Toot through the poppies.