December 6th: School and video tape of play

Today in History: In December 7th, 1941, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, in Hawaii, making the U.S. enter the war. It was "a day which will live in infamy" as F.D.R. said. It lost a good many American lives unprepared, on ships and ports, and many families were touched and were very sad. But, as U.S.A. entered the war, we in a way saved the day, making Japan surrender and invading France at Normandy on D-Day. A lot of British and other allied forces helped, I know that's true, but France surrendered to the German the second year of the 6 year war and some of the other small countries were just pathetic and hid in a cave, raising up the white flag. But my point is, as Pearl Harbor was a terrible day, it kind of was the spark... that set off the end of WWII.

Back to the blog. Yesterday I read Innocents Abroad a little, and then at 10:00 started schoolwork. I did about four pages of Math, and finished the history chapter of WWI. I looked around the house, into the closet upstairs in Mom and Dad's circle and one in the den, which had barely nothing in it. I went into the guest bedroom, and went into rooms more thoroughly than when we first arrived. I went back upstairs to the bathroom, and found cardboard material boxes that were in the shelf on the bathroom shelf. They were purple with designs. Opening one up, I saw little pictures of me as a baby, with the cousins, me smiling, mom and me in the emergency room, and some other funny pictures. I looked through the other three too, finding pics of us at Old Tuscon in Arizona with our grandparents and some other things. Mom went to the post office, and I talked to Dad on the phone a little. Mom texted me to call her, and doing so, she explained that Seth Decker, a theater owner, director, funny guy, and personal friend, asked me if I could video tape a kids play with a video camera and a tri-pod. I was very excited to do so, and got ready, putting on good jeans, taking a shower, getting a nice hoody on, and my phone in case I needed to call Mom or...somebody else.

Mom found out from that ever useful source called FaceBook that CMS was having a spirit night at Zaxby's, which means that kids from CMS come into the fast food restaurant and get like half off on some things. We thought we would get a bite to eat before going to Seth's theater Red Door Playhouse, and were to go in, look and see if we knew anyone, and then move out again. We walked into the place, looking at the counter, tables, booths, and all the junk and signs on the walls that almost every Zaxby's have. I saw a girl who is kind of tan and has brown hair in a ponytail, with freckles, and glasses. Alexa. We know each other from school. I said hello awkwardly, and we talked of us being on the trip, the parent asking where we went for middle school. I looked around and saw familiar faces, people who graduated and were in higher grades, and some 6th graders from RNE, like an African-American named Mia who I met at chorus. She's nice. We saw a lady named Mrs. Moore, and after telling her about the trip, she suggested meeting the new principal at Crabapple Middle School. Mrs. Moore has a daughter with a ponytail and blonde hair named Ansley.

We got a little chicken finger sandwich and fries, because of the guy saying it was cheaper to do the meal instead of separately the sandwich and water. In the car I said where was the water, and then took the receipt back in. The guy looked at it, apologized, and I got a dasani. I then got back in the car and we drove to the square, where a little building uphill by my sister Lauren's salon is. I ate on the way. Then, placing the food back in the box and giving it to Mom, I prepared to depart. I jumped out, her with me. Red Door Play House (from now on RDPH) is with other buildings on a kind of sidewalked area, where no cars go. On the right is a large chunk of brick with several different businesses, one Soda, where Lauren works as a hair-cutter. I'll talk about it later. RDPH has an upper level and lower one, with stairs and a ramp, two doors, and other things that go along with it. It has a red metal slanted roof, and has cream colored outside rock walls with a red door, hence the name. We went in the bottom entrance, or tried to anyhow. The door wouldn't budge. It was locked. I waved to Leah and Seth, who were helping out kid performers, who had aprons and chef hats on. Two little ones had fairy wings, a short haired plump one and another skinny one. At an estimate, I believe they were 5-8. One boy, who was a chef, and 6 girls. It happened to me once. I hope he doesn't have the cooties.

Seth, with down black hair that's straight across and is pretty thin and normal sized, opened the door. He said hi and how was the trip, that he had read the blog and had seen some of the pictures. Leah, who is the stage manager, costume, and design person at RDPH (also his wife), said hello to. She's funny, social, and sometimes strict to the kids who misbehave, which is most of the time a good thing. She had longer hair, but then had short hair there, brown and pale skin. The little stage(barely two feet high) had curtains and paper long large strips with fake cupcakes and a sign for a bakery. There was a paper table which had littler tables under it and bowls and spatulas on it. By it was a little backstage room called the green room, where actors stay and have their costumes made up, drink water, and wait for their part to go on. There is a little stage where they had a tree, chairs, and Christmas decorations, which is a side stage where some of the action happens. Opposite all this are seats that have five levels of them, where on the fourth floor was a tripod with camera on it, with a cord going into an outlet. I was to be seated on the fifth floor and video tape it, and he said it only happened on the main stage so I could leave it on a big shot, zoom in, or move it around as the characters moved around, however I wanted as long as it was interesting. As the kids practiced some parts of the play, I practiced zooming in on their faces and moving it up and down and up and down, taking pretend practice shots of them running around.

I asked Seth what it was about. He said it was a twist kind of of the fairy tale of the shoemaker and elves, although with bakers and pixies. 4:30 changed to 4:45, and people, the parents of the kids, made their way into the seats. At intervals I had to reposition my camera so people could get through to the seats on my floor next to me on both sides. It's a small theater, really, but I've had a lot of fun there, done many many plays and a few movie productions there. I listened in interest as two ladies talked about their children that were in the play, saying how much they liked each other as friends and play dates and activities happening. More people of all different ages, sizes and genders filed in. Seth, upstairs by the balcony, played some music and dimmed the lights so they focused on the stage. Then something unexpected happened. My video camera stopped showing the stage, where I was focused at, and the screen changed, showing adds and how to do things. I hadn't started recording yet. I knew why it did that, it had happened to a JVC camera of mine, and I knew why it did it, because of the camera being on, but not recording, being idle. It was on sleep mode. I didn't know how to fix this urgent problem, and I left my camera and made my way down. I stepped over, saying excuse me. Seth went into the greenroom just as I came down. I waited by the staircase that goes up to the other floor. When he came out I asked him about it. "Oh just turn it off and then back on," he said. "Did you say it's running adds?" I went back up to where I was seated, and he looked over the balcony at it. He laughed and I did what he said, and then it was fine again. Funny.

I asked when to begin the camera taping. "When I say Camera On," he said. He went up to the front and right of the stage, and said a few announcements, that the kids did a lot of work themselves for the play, and a few things about the workings and history of RDPH. He said that they have started a new tradition at the RDPH, that they make a video of the play, put it on a DVD, and then online and in mail they will send it to you, for like $10. He even said, "And, say hello to one of our film and television students, Andrew Bourne. He will be recording it today."

I felt very grateful that he introduced me. Very nice of him. Well, Seth got back up into his sound and music area with mike, and said, "This is the Red Door Playhouse production of: The Baker and the Pixies. This is when we like to say Camera on, if your operating a camera."

I turned my camera on. And the show began.

It was okay. The plot was about bakers who are chosen to make treats for the Queen's wedding, and go to the market to get all the ingredients. Two fairy pixies, one that is a rock star and another milder one both destroy everything in the place, breaking the oven and all the other tools. The bakers are devastated. They write a letter of apology to the Queen, and meanwhile the Pixies are punished from Mother Nature by her taking away their wings. They make up for it by dressing up as orphans and later giving the bakers all their stolen and broken materials back, also fixing the oven. Seth did a cool thing in the orphan scene by letting the kids speak into the mike earlier, and made it sound like people admiring the baker's treats. The kids forgot a few lines, but not much, and their was music, narrating, and a pretty good story and cute acting, at points. There were chase scenes and dancing parts, and so I moved the camera downward when they were closer to the audience and around, zooming in on their facial reactions and moving back and forth to different characters. It was fun to do it, and even though I was in a bad position and a little tired, I liked it. The ending is where the bakers present their treats to the queen. After the performers bowed and went off stage, I stopped recording. "Hey, stay on for a while. Upstairs we have cookies and punch and you can ask for autographs from the actors." I waited until everyone on my floor went down, and they congratulated their children and did pictures and such. I remember when I used to do that. Good times.

Everyone got up stairs and then I went and sat on a bench and read the program and a book they had. The parents and kids all got their foods, and I waited, letting the audience and the actors to go first. Besides, they were the ones who invested money into letting their kids do the play, and it seemed only right. After most everyone had left, I had a thin mint. Leah and I talked about the trip a little, and I answered her questions about it. She was mad that no one had eaten her FAVORITE cookie, a Lorneadune. When she said what they were I asked, "Isn't that a book?" Seth said he thought it was an Irish folklore. I knew it was because the lady who gave us most of our homeschooling material at Homeschool Hangout (her business) recommended it. I forgot about it until recently though. I might read it soon.

Kids in the Acting Lab Class, a class that is given a genre and then makes a play about it, were there talking and about to practice for the performance they were doing next Tuesday, where they were going to perform an episode of a sitcom they made, in front of a "live studio audience." At about that time Mom came, and I said goodbye to Seth and Leah after a great visit. We went across the way to Lauren's hair cutting place, SODA, which is in a bottom half of a brick building and has a gong, little metal waterfall thing, and a sign going in. People at a front desk told us "L.B. (Lauren Bourne) is in the back" We came to see Lauren at a little mirror stand with Julie sitting on one of those spinny chairs, having her eyebrows waxed. It must of been painful. She dabbed honey wax on Julie's eyebrows and upper lips, then placed like tape on it, and then pulled it off. Why to girls do that? No male in the world knows.

They were nice and welcoming, but Lauren didn't stay long with us, as she had another client to work with. Julie came out into the waiting area, and we decided where to eat. We decided to eat at a restaurant that took the place of another restaurant owned by a neighbor of ours (and is still renting from us) named Tom W. It's called Phish Food, and I liked Tom's restaurant, Biscuit Man, so I was skeptic of this new restaurant. We drove over there in that long building of businesses, and parked and went in. It had crosses every where, an ample amount of tables and chairs and a nice black/grey paint. It was really a christian restaurant run by Christians; you could easily see that by all the sayings, crosses, and that christian sign, the fish. It was optismistic, uplifting, and had the Message station in the background. I ended up liking it a lot. I didn't have much, just a tortilla from Mom's plate, because I had eaten earlier. It was a really American food place, with a spicy twist. I went over to Zaxby's before we ate, but I only saw again middle schoolers. After dinner, we all went to the frozen yogurt place right by Phish Food, Orange Leaf. It has a nice sign, cool white and orange little curved seats and tables, and orange and green colors and designs on the walls. It has a T.V. that runs pictures of opening day and people who have come in, my friends the Sheltons and Nick and Caroline (also friends in my school) are on their also. I got a peppermint flavor they were introducing for the winter time, with two small brownies on it. It was very good.

I went back in Zaxby's as Mom waited in the car, and saw nobody except Tori Robb, a brown haired girl who's short and in my grade. She was at RNE before we left and is now at CMS. I talked to her nice mother Mrs. Robb, who asked all about the trip and many other things. Tori was kind of quiet though. 

Goodbye for now.

Don't wax my eyebrows! Please no! Ahhhhhhhhh!

Andrew.

Organization and Cleanliness

Yesterday was pretty boring. I woke and blogged as Dad got ready to leave to the Dealership for a WEEK (not so siked about him being gone), getting up many bags and suitcases. At 10 I did a lot of grammar, contractions and helping verbs and stuff like that, and then after I did a lot of math. Mom was cleaning and organizing everything, putting books in piles and then moving them to the bookshelf in the den. Math was estimation and rounding stuff, not too hard. Social Studies wasn't too bad either, about The League of Nations. Mom was chop chop chop, she had everything planned out. Denise and Daniel came over again to do some paperwork, and Daniel looked clearly bored, but I had schoolwork so I couldn't really do anything with him. I gave him the BBOBS (BIG BOOK OF BOY STUFF) and he looked at that before they left. I took a lot of books and put them in a pile in the den, Mom putting them on shelves. They were our school books, and we were going to take it down before leaving again. Dad then left, and we said goodbye, we weren't to see him until Fri. or later. Our cleaner Valerie, who has tan skin and has brown hair and an accent, came over, and cleaned the house again after 6 months of idleness on that point. It was great to talk to her and see her; she is my good friend. Her assistant Gutto was nice to talk to while I was blogging and he was cleaning the bathroom, he talked about him going to Orlando and when Valerie and him went to NYC. Nice guy. They left after that, and we ate raviollooi for dinner. Julie came and we talked about different names for children and people for a while in the den. After that we parted different ways, Rebecca with Julie downstairs, and I went to read in Mom's room. I went to sleep there. It wasn't the best day, but not the worst either. Goodbye for now.

Don't you hate the name Neville? I love Luke, James, Patrick, Benjaman, and several others,

Andrew.

The Christmas Party at the Bourne's

(222nd BLOG POST OF BOURNE'S BIG TRIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Every year, all the Bourne's and people related to them go to either our house or Uncle Dean's house, and eat and talk, and converse and catch up on people they haven't seen in a while. Three days ago, on December the Fourth, we had the Christmas Party at the Bourne's. It was very fun.

Julie again spent the night, and we all got up and left at about 10-11, even though I had thought we were leaving later. We all went in the suburban, and drove to Lake Altoona, coming to Uncle Dean's house. He has a big driveway, nice long house that goes down with the hill going down, and a modern porch and garage. We parked, and got the honey baked ham and other things from the car, like all the camera equipment they were going to use in pictures for people. Dean and Jeff came out. You've already met Dean if you've been reading any of the last posts, so let me describe Jeff. Normal sized in height, brown blonde hair and clean shaven face, pretty thin. He's Deanna's husband, who's Dean's daughter, my first cousin. We talked of the Iliad a little, and other things. He's nice and fun to talk to. We walked in with all our things, and saw again Danielle, Barbra, and others. My eyes fell upon Deanna, who is pregnant and has black hair and fair skin. Nice lady. We said hello to each other, and the trip was again the subject of interest. I saw Emily and Phillip, who are little kids. Emily is 3 with short brown hair and a pretty face, and Phillip has blonde hair, laid back, and is 1. Phillip talks a lot and on the back porch which has many chairs and is super big and long, was pretend fishing, reeling a plastic rod over the balcony and then reeling it back in. Very cute. Emily remembered me even after 6 months, for I am something special to the little girl, almost as important to her as her teddy bear. For I am, "Silly Andrew" as Emily and Emma call me. Before we left in like March I gained the title for being funny and silly. It is a blessing, and a curse, for you have to do SOMETHING funny every second.

Nathan, Blade, Jennifer, and Emma came in and we said hi. The former two you know, but the latter two is untouched territory. Jennifer is Blade's wife, Nathan's mom, and has black hair. Emma is four and is skinny, pretty, childlike, and tall too, with long black hair. She's the one who is always demanding me to make her laugh. It's sometimes a little annoying, to be honest. You have to have all her attention, and it's hard to go do things with anyone else, and you have to constantly bring up new, honest, from the heart comedy, slapstick. It's been around a long time, but you can't do stand-up comedy or jokes because they won't understand it, so it's slapstick or funny faces and stuff. I enjoy it a little though. It's okay.

I stayed on the front porch and talked to people as Daniel and Denise came, followed by a red haired pretty girl. It was Daniel's girlfriend, Jackie. She was nice. At one point in the party Daniel showed me some little superhero action figures Jackie stored in a purse in a plastic bag. There was Thor, Hulk, Deadpool, Wolverine, Spider Man, and another guy I can't remember. They were little lego sized kind of toys, very fun to look at. Other people came, and I talked to Blue and Danielle about the marina after they came in. Uncle Dean has a nice house. It's pretty, and has good walls and a nice look. Then after an hour of just playing around with some of the kids outside on the back deck and in the basement, people came, who some I didn't even know. A very old friend of Grandfather and having bald head named Fain approached, and asked me some questions, if I had been trouble at all. His wife, Laratine, is a nice brown haired lady, we all looked at pictures in Dean's dining room, and I described the places they were seeing on the prints. Laratine told me later she was glad I described them. Fain and Lartine's 45 year old son, Tim, who has black-grey hair that goes down like a army person was also there, he and I talked about Mark Twain, his short stories, catholics, and many other things that were introduced in subject that came about through other conversations. He was nice to talk to. I enjoyed him. Other people came, an old lady with short white hair and short body, who when we were sitting at the dining room table, eating, heard Dad say, "You better be careful what you say to Andrew, he'll write it down." Although, she did not say anything earth-shaking that visit. Kind of a disappointment too, it would've made for good writing. Such is the expectant hopes and falls of the blogephere. Sigh.

A pretty, black haired, 26 year old named Christina, was nice and became a newborn photographer at a hospital. Mom shares that bond with her, them both being photographers. She had a fiancee who was an illustrator there who was tall, dark, with glasses and dark black hair. Rebecca listened in interest as he talked about techniques and advice for drawing and illustrating. He showed us some stuff he did that's in a gallery in Atlanta, and I looked with interest upon the beautiful photos of places that the two went around Europe, like Venice where Steven (the fiancee) proposed in a gondola. They showed us pictures of beautiful Switzerland, with it's mountains, forests, and steamy lakes. Kind of looks a little like Maine. It's funny how people sometimes go searching for beautiful things in Europe and Asia (don't get me wrong, plenty of unique and nice things in the continents) when there is some of the same things in America. Venice is one-of-a-kind, but we have a sphinx in Las Vegas, beautiful things in Maine and Michigan, and all the things in the movies in Hollywood, but their not genuine, they're on a film set.

Richard "the lion carperteer" came, who is bald and has a blonde haired country accented son named Cameron, who's kind of like me except he's thinner, taller, stronger, and more handsome. A Price Charming, son of Richard the Lion Carperteer. Richard the Lion Carperter's wife, Queen Sandravere, is very nice also. They are a perfectly royal family.

(Inside joke you might not of understood explained:

Richard the Lion Heart (real king in the Crusades) = Richard the Lion Carperteer (I was giving him the name just to be funny, he is a carpet guy and his name is Richard)

Queen Gwynevere (King Arthur's wife) = Queen Sandraviere

Back to the blog. Everyone was about and talking and doing different things, and we ate a great lunch/dinner that had all kinds of good treats, honey baked ham, stuffing, green beans, and yams and such. It was really good, and everybody picked their own different spots all around the house. Then we stayed around for a longer time, and I went down with Emma and had to keep her back from Nathan, who was also down there. Nathan kept trying to play and wrestle with her, but he stopped and Emma attacked him for no reason. That wasn't even close to the brutality she used in throwing bean-bags not in the holes on the ramps but at people. I had to stop her from aggressing HIM, instead of the other way around. Before that though we were chasing Nathan outside for some reason, and Emily got in trouble for going out the back door. I felt it was my fault, and I said so, but strangely I was neither punished nor blamed. There were several other instances as this, going up and down and around levels, but at about 5:30 Deanna left, followed by a lot of other people. I said goodbye to all those interesting and colorful characters, the souls of the lake. Very nice. Then we said goodbye to the remaining people after a great visit, and left.

Back at the house, Jackie, Daniel, and Denise came over and did paperwork for some boring adult thing. Daniel and Jackie came in the basement with Rebecca and me, and we did very funny videos about a dirty one armed evil baby doll, the one I will talk about more in a few days later. It was a lot of fun.

They left at about 9. We then went to bed. I really did have a great time at the Christmas Party. A lot of fun. And a great day. Goodbye...for now.

I hate rats. They die and make terrible smells. It makes me shudder,

Andrew.

Makeshift R.V. Wash and Awesome Party at our Cousin's house

After two days of pretty much boring-ness, with a few fun spots, such as going to Aunt Lia and Uncle Andy, we were going to have a wonderful day three days ago. No one knew it, but we suspected it, as we were going to our cousin's house, Uncle Jeff and Aunt Tami's house, with their daughters Sophie, 9; Olivia, 12; Madeline, 15; and Caroline, 17. They are all nice, and I will describe their physical appearance as we see them in the blog. Now, let's talk about something that wasn't to be so fun.

The prior day, Mom offered to make Christmas photos or something of the sort of the Friedman's, a family which has a son who is my friend. He's my age, I believe, went to RNE (Roswell North Elementary, old school), and goes to the school I will go to at the end of the trip, CMS (Crabapple Middle School) I met him in 4th grade. He's a great friend. Mom got worked up, clothes wise, with her large black camera and other equipment. I asked to come, as I had not seen Henry yet the time we had been here. Mom said I had to help Dad wash the R.V., and that it would distract Henry and his brother Charlie. Okay, I said. I took a shower, got on clothes I didn't care to get wet and dirty, and Dad and I did some things for the jeep, like putting the mats back in. Mom was gone by now. We unrolled the green hose from the spiny thing outside of the garage, and got a vacuum looking thing, which was black and red. It had a water gun thing, which was black with a long, skinny barrel and large trigger which had ditches, almost, for fingers to go in. We plugged the hose to that pressurized water thing, and turned it on hot. We got a hard cooler, car wash soap, and rags, sponges, and a big stick with a horizontal blue rag on the end; I believe you understand what I'm talking about. We turned on that pressure water equipment, and Dad pulled the trigger, pointing it in the cooler, making soapy hot water. Meanwhile, Mom was maneuvering the Friedman's into interesting and striking positions. They would go against walls, making run shots, and also swing shots, and shots of them looking over the river at the mill. I held back the trigger to the pressure thing, shooting water at the back of the R.V., going from up to down. Dad told me to not stay on one shot for too long, to act like I was painting something. I got the back bedroom windows done, and then Dad got his large stick thing and soaped it down with bluey whitey soap. I sprayed that off, going top to bottom and "don't leave a spot until the soap from that spot is running down" as Dad said. I spray dry spots away with the gun, he soap, I spray, he soap, spray dry spot, soap, spray, soap, spray, etc. etc.

I got soaking wet in my stomach area on my wet Sun Records Shirt, also my hair was wet from the drizzles of water coming off of the R.V. Dad was right when he told me we were going to have to take a shower again before going to Uncle Jeff's house. We got to where the sides come out, and did the whole process again, and then of course the lights, the door, and the steps. We moved everything rather difficultly to the front of the motor home, the big windshield. I went to the restroom, and found Rebecca inside watching T.V. Unfair. She relaxes, watches funny shows, and I work. Work hard. Oh well. Dad had said he didn't really want Rebecca out there because he wanted to spend some time with me, and that she would ruin it. He said if I didn't want to do this all I had to say was that and I could leave. But I didn't. I felt I had a commitment to my dad, and that it would be mean to just leave him to do it. Also, it was kind of fun, and as we washed off the front of the R.V., I smiled and enjoyed the wet coldness of my body and the numbness of my hands from the gun vibrating. Good times...

Mom called Dad and told him to get her a special type of battery; hers were out. I asked Dad if I could come, but alas, it was a sheer no. He left and after 30 minutes of me sitting inside watching T.V., tired, he came back and we resumed our washing. Mom came back, and I listened to her as she said the Friedman's were disappointed I wasn't there, that if I had gone they were going to take us out to lunch and... Well, it's two days later now. No use still whining to my readers I didn't get to go. Back to the blog.

We got to the other side, by way of going around the back, getting cords hooked up in bad places and having to get wet leaves and dirt all on me.It was terrible. It was very close to prickly bushes from the big front yard, and so it was rather difficult to take the cooler and everything else over there. It was tight too, the R.V. and the bushes were very close. We did the same process, trying to stay as far back as we could to not make the paint from the R.V. come off, but we mostly just hit our backs on the prickly, green, dagger faced leaves that were there and haunted us, shining their steel swords in the faces of our backs. I know that makes NO sense, but it sounds good.

"Stand exactly level with what your shooting at, right in front of it," Dad said. I did.

As the time of us going to Jeff's house was drawing near, Dad told me to take a shower, and, gratefully, I did. Rebecca and Mom did also, and then Dad went inside and did too. We all got ready to go, and left at almost three to go to their neighborhood. It is a gated community, the safest of them all (so they say) and also has gorgeous modern houses of splendor. Justin Bieber lives there; he and I our very tight, good friends we are. I've met Usher before, who also lives in the neighborhood. Jeff Foxworthy (host of Are you Smarter than a Fifth Grader?) lives there too, he and I sometimes test each other on fifth grade questions. One time I was playing music with Justin, when Selena Gomez came around and she and Justin had a fight. I recorded it with my video camera, but one of Justin's bodyguards confinstated the tape from me, saying the public had no right to know and that they had made up and so he took it. I later tried to get discovered by Justin and Usher, but by then they both hated me, let my friend stay, and the body guard took me off in his truck, that my Dad gave him for free in exchange for me hanging out there. I told him NOW he had to pay for it, he said money was nothing to Justin. I've never been back since. (Just kidding, none of this ever happened. )

We got to their pretty brown house with the rocks sewn into the architecture, and parked. We went to the pretty front door, with little deck. I rang the doorbell, Rebecca right beside me. Aunt Tami, tall, tan, and black short-hair answered, and we hugged and said hello and other things. She said she was glad to see us, and also that the girls and Uncle Jeff were all outside. We walked around, and then Madelyn, tall, brunet, and 15, hugged us and said hello. They are both very nice and fun. Tammy is a writer, and wrote(and might be still writing) a story of people around the civil war era. Last time I saw her I asked her about it, and she read and explained some of it, and then before we left she said she was in the stage of editing. I asked her if she was done and she said she was still in the process, her being busy. We walked through the front rooms, seeing their dining room table, a room with white walls, black trim and a pretty piano, and got to their big living room, big T.V., sofas and such, pictures and books galore. I saw Caroline, 17, who is tan like her mom and had dark black hair. She was seated at a small computer with papers and textbooks all around. She said hi, and we talked about her project a little. It was about economics, a fake family she was assigned and she has to monitor their income and such. We talked a little. Olivia, 12, tall and brown haired, said hello.

"Hey... Libby, right?" I joked.

"Haha," she got it.

We talked about the trip and such, and Aunt D., who is their aunt, said hello; she was staying there for a while. She has blonde hair that is not too short but kind of. We talked a little. Then Sophie, who is 9 and has black hair, came. More hugs. Olivia asked if I wanted to see her new room, and we went up steep stairs that was by the kitchen, where Tami was making dips and chips. We went up and looked over some rooms of the house by way of balcony, and I saw that Sophie's old room was Olivia's, and Olivia's old one Sophie's new one. Sophie's room was pretty big and had a large sofa chair and desks and beds, with nice paint on the walls and dolls and pictures, mostly pink. Olivia's had a bed, closet and bathroom. She had lists on her door of things to do when home from school and in the morning; the Jeff clan are very orderly, yet very busy. We talked of video making on the trip, and I looked out her window, seeing their pool and roof. They really do have a nice house. We went back downstairs, and talked some more before going down to their large basement, with a pool table, a porch to outside, chairs, couches, a T.V., a guest bedroom, an office, everything you need to be at home. They also have a concrete room where there is a lot of art supplies, where the kids play games. It has high school year books from the dark ages (60's and 70's) and books on art, plus sewing stuff, crayons and other art materials. I talked with the grown ups a little more, and asked Tami about a certain book she had on a shelf facing the sofas, The Source. I had seen the exact book but in a green, hard cover version with nothing on any of the two covers other than it's title, author and publisher. It had no introduction, and went straight to the book. I didn't understand the first few sentences or what it meant. It was in that large, tall, dusty and creepy farm house bookstore and antique shop we had spent so long at in Trenton, Maine. Tammy said I could take it down.

I discovered it was about architects finding fragments of things from the history of the Israelites, all the way from pieces to Solomon's Temple to the Crusaders swords. It's supposed to be really good, although its rather thick. I'm not going to read it, I was just curious. Anyhow, I left after telling them my favorite place (D.C.) and how it's been. I went with Rebecca, Olivia, Sophie and went into that art room place. We did a cool game about us forming a school, and I was a character who was smart, witty, and kind of a smart aleck, named Paul, who finds out his superior (Olivia) doesn't want him to get a scholarship and hides it from him. Her name is Mrs. Jinkles; you don't find out her first name 'til the end. Jinkles took Paul aside and told him she was hiding, hiding from the government. "Why?" Paul (me) asked. "That's a dot question," Olivia said to me. "A dot question has an answer but is not and never told."

"If it has an answer, it will be answered to someone, in time." I said, quoting Leonardo Da Vinci. Paul said to Jinkles he heard people, and they looked outside and saw government agents. They went into the upper half of the building, the part they didn't own.(really just part of the house.) They went into a room with a computer and Jinkles retrieved archives that would justify her guilt if found. Rebecca and Sophie weren't with us. We opened up the window high up, and, with a little difficulty, skinning out. Olivia went first, and held my phone and video camera as I went stomach down through that small opening, fake agents shooting at us from behind, knocking the door open even though I ingeniously put a lock on it with a clothes hanger. We jumped onto the outer deck, jumping and ducking as the agents in suits with black overcoats and UZI's fired at us. We went around in the yard, going through jungles and farms, daring against snakes (vines) terrible lions (their dog Georgia), and poisonous plant life (regular leaves). Sophie and Rebecca yelled for us, and we crouched down, afraid they were going to give us away to the government. I didn't want to mislead them, but it was life or death.

We ran and I was against their black metal fence when I pushed it down, opening up a gateway to another person's house. It was so weird it fell down; I'm not strong enough to do it by myself. We left it there, getting away from the scene. We were sorry we did it, but continued to play the game. Paul fell in a quicksand pit, which was in reality a little pot hole. We ran out their gate door, going into another person's yard. Suddenly serious, I said, "I think we should go back. We can't just trespass. Do you know these people?" Olivia said she did, and that it was fine we were doing this, they even crossed our yard sometimes, she said. We ran onto a street, R.(Rebecca) and S.(Sophie) at our tails. They stopped running after a while, but helicopters circled overhead and we ducked from machine guns. We ran through the neighborhood, and went around a loop, so now we faced the house again, behind bushes and trees. A few little kids and I thought to be Sophie and Rebecca were in front of a few houses. We went behind a house into woods, and then sprinted across the front yard and got into the back again, by the basement way with porch.It was all a lot of fun, as we were running and hiding from the other two girls. Olivia was leading the way; she knows that neighborhood in and out. We got into the guest bedroom, which had a bed and desk.There was a white cat that was freaky. We went through the door into the living room, and saw everyone getting excited over LSU and UGA playing football against each other. We talked and ate some chips, as we were hungry, parched, sweating, and out of breath from running. We then heard Rebecca and Sophie, and so we ran into the guest bedroom and went under the desk. Aunt D. came in, as she was staying there for a while. We were breathing heavily, and I told Olivia to relax and be quiet, that our best bet was to stay where we were.

The door opened. We took a quiet deep breath. Caroline went and sat on the bed with the cat and D., and she said hello. We heard voices of the girls, asking where we were. Thankfully, no one gave us away. Then it happened. Sophie's voice said, "Caroline, is Olivia and Andrew in here?" We took a quiet deep breath and stayed as low as we could as the pause happened. "No," Caroline said. "I think they're out in the front." "NO! We were just there!" Sophie said as she shut the door, clearly in frustration. I told Olivia to stay where we were, that we should stay in the place where they DIDN'T think we were, and to not relax yet, Rebecca is less gullible than Sophie and might come in, a little hard to trick. We DID have to leave though, Aunt D. told us too. We went out the door, across the lawn, and to their driveway. We carefully went through and got to where their bikes were, ready to make another escape. I picked up a little blue one, a white one for Olivia. This was great fun. Their were cars right against the door, one wasn't opened and one was, so the unopened one had a little hallway. I barely got through with my bike, it was very tight. I did get through though, but Olivia was less than successful. I had to go to the door from the house to the garage to press the button making the door go up, then we both got out. We drove away.

Olivia was unlucky again. Her bike didn't move. I saw two scooters the girls had used; we got those just as they spotted us, Rebecca and Sophie coming out the front door. Also, the government agents found us too. The gig seemed up. I biked away, but for a third time Olivia was singled out. She got caught by the girls, and stayed there. I was later caught by the agents, who put me in a strait jacket. Rebecca and Sophie were both mad that we had run from them. Oh well, I didn't mean to be mean to them, I was just having fun. We then actually biked up a lot of hills, calling the parents that we were going to the park. We went up more and more steep hills, and got to a little building with playground and pool. We played a few games there and then were told to come back, by order of Uncle Jeff. We went all the way back, although at least it was downhill. We stayed on the right, looking out for cars. It was very breezy.

Back at their house, Olivia showed us her script she was writing for a class. It was about two kids at an orphanage, one leaving the place for a jungle and one staying, saying it's wrong. Olivia told me to play the guy going away, Clint, and Sophie and Rebecca auditioned to be Sara, the girl. Rebecca knew and practiced the lines quicker, and we were running out of time, so we became the two parts. We were situated on that dang window again, and we did the scene as Olivia recorded it. I then did it with Sophie for fun, and then with Olivia. It's a good scene. We tried to put it on Olivia's computer in time for the project, but we couldn't do it. We left the Jeff Clan's house not long after eating a good dinner. I really had a great time there. And I hope everyone else did too.

We went home and went to bed. A pretty good day.

December 2nd

After waking up three days ago, Dec. 2nd, a Fri. , I ate breakfast with everyone, including Julie. After eating the biscuits, I was ready to do the Chapter 5 Math Test. It wasn't exactly easy, but not totally hard. It talked of cancellation, and doing GCF and LCM hard ways with fractions and such. It was a pretty hard chapter, but okay test. I had done one part of it, and then we went to a big sightseeing place for a while and I forgot it, and then we went back and I didn't know how to do most of it. Never mind, it is over now. Mom and Julie went to go get Julie's tires fixed, and Dad went to go have a meeting with his sister, Denise. For a while I was alone in Dad's office, and it was very quiet. Then Rebecca, tired and having a bad hair day, emerged from the basement. "Good morning," I said. Mom and Julie came back, and I finished just as they came into the office. We all by and by went into the antique living room by the porch, with all the old chairs and the large fireplace facing us, and the small table in between all the old seats. We talked of some things, like Virgina Wolf and to not shorten my blog posts; Dad wanted them a little shorter. Please post your view on comments of this post, and if you can't that's okay.

Mom said she was going to eat and talk with some of the Mom's of the kids at RNE, my old elementary school. Rebecca wanted to go, but despite several, "Are you sure? You can go if you wants" I stated it would be awkward to eat lunch with the parents of your friends, also weird because you weren't in school. They left, and so did Julie, Dad still gone. I took a shower, blogged, read some history and comprehension from WWI, learning of their machine guns, newly found planes, submarines, and other things. Very interesting. I learned some science about planes and how they worked, drag, lift, thrust, gravity. I ate some pizza, because I was a little hungry as 11:45 rolled around, and I watched a 30 minute show. Dad called and we talked over the phone, and I said some of the things I learned. Dad was coming back in the R.V., since the people at the place had fixed it. Mom came back home, tried to get a friend over with me, but with no success. Dad called saying he was very close, and at like two we all came out into the long large driveway to navigate him in. We went up to the front, waiting for him, and talked to people who walked with us to school before we left. Dad came down and we helped him back in, which was a little hard. We then rested for a minute on the stairs to the driveway.

Dad told me to get everything out of the jeep, and I started on a cooler and a box full of table materials. Dad's phone rang, well not rang, really vibrated, never mind, and then he answered, said ok, and hung up. "Put all the stuff back in the car," he said. "We're going to the paint store to pick up a package, the FEDEX man (by this time all the things were put in, us in the car, driving) saw my number on the door that I placed when I expected him. He's been there before and is now telling us to be there in 7 minutes."

Seven minutes later, we got the package and talked to the nice FEDEX man, Ray. He had laid back hair, looking like a bald eagle, and grey with blue eyes. Nice guy. He drove out later. We went into the paint store for a short time, and went to the restroom and stuff like that, and then drove away ourselves. We got back home, emptied out the jeep, taking out everything from water bottles to dirty rags to cream cheese to scraps of papers to everything. I've seen more disgusting things in that time period then I EVER want to see again. Uhhhh. It makes me shudder.

We went to Office Depot, getting #2 Pencils for school and a big BROTHER printer for the dealership, and got all sorts of coupons and deals for it. We saw our caretaker, Martha, I'll explain her appearance later in the blogs. I like those stores. Very good ones. We then went and parked in another part to that big shopping center off Crossville Road, and saw all the old businesses we had seen before. That Mexican restaurant, Pike, and some others. We went into a ham store, and got some ham and turkey for the Bourne's Christmas Party on Sun. The people were very nice there, giving us cool samples and wishing us Merry Christmas. We took the honey baked ham and smoked turkey home, putting the ham in the freezer in the garage, the smoked turkey in the upstairs fridge. Rebecca's friends Mom, Lauren Lerma, a pretty tan lady with down hair and good clothes, and they got a cake for the party we were going to have with the other Jordan's, the Jeff clan. See, when my grandparents had children, they had three boys: Jeff (oldest), Greg, Andy (youngest) and Mom, who's name is Becky. Mom was born in between Greg and Andy. We had visited one branch, and their children, but not the other two. Today we're going to see the Jeff clan and watch a football game with them. Mrs. Lerma left,and Dad and I ate boiled peanuts that went in a pot. I never thought I would see that picture, peanuts in hot water in a pot. It's weird they're sometimes made that way.

Eating those, and me showing Dad graphs, maps, and stuff like that, Lauren Bourne coming with her dog, yet again, Sookie. Julie came back, we all laughed and had good times, and then later got the tree up, in pieces, of course, from the closet close to the garage at the foot of the stairs going up to the basement, and got boxes full of ornaments. I put one on, a picture of me with a mean face, and I put on a tall white snowman, a rocking horse, a nutcracker, a grandfather clock, and some other of my favorites. I put on one we had gotten from the trip, a picture of my heroes in a square with writing and their faces, Wilbur and Orville Wright. As in tradition, I played with the big nutcrackers, the green drumming one, and the red and blue imperial one, making them argue. Fun. We read stories from Christmas songs, and then I put the star on the top of the tree. I love Christmas. It's just a wonderful, great time of year. We all later said goodbye to Lauren, and we watched a 1:31 hour demo, which was very funny. We then went straight to bed. It was a great day.

Goodbye, for now.

Don't you hate back aches? Oh wait I wouldn't know,

Andrew.

Libby, May, Will, Lia, and Andy Jordan Visit

Everyone save me and Rebecca had a colorful day two days ago in the morning. Dad went to the paint store and met with a guy, and also went to his Rotary Club. Mom went out with her brother Andy for lunch, after going into a restaurant with her brother Jeff the following day. She did some other things. I blogged, and did schoolwork, and tried to finish a blog, although Rebecca made me play dolls and toys with her. Pretty good adventure they did. One strong toy killed three water bottles. And that's an accomplishment for a toy in Toyland. Anyway, at about 1:00, Mom came back and said we were going to our cousins house and surprise them at their bus stop. The cousins are in the title, they are the first three names and the latter two are their parents, our aunt and uncle. We jumped in Mom's silver suburban and drove to their house.

They got off the bus before we got there, but they were still oblivious to the fact we were coming, thanks to Aunt Lia. We quietly parked the car in front of their nice uphill house, with a white wooden upper half. We silently shut the doors to the car, and then moved up the path, presents in hand. Rebecca had some kind of braid thing for May and Libby and I had a ball that switched colors as you threw it for Will. Rebecca rang the doorbell and we both waited as Will, a small 7 year old with brown hair and pale skin, funny and fun and nice, passed by in the hallway, looked at us, moved on, and then went back and looked again. His eyes lit up. "ANDREW!!" He said. He opened the door and hugs were exchanged. Aunt Lia, long brown hair, thin and nice, hugged us too. Then we saw their little wenor dog, and we saw May, 9, with red hair and freckles. The kids all went upstairs, and I saw that May and Will had redone and switched their rooms. Will used to have a large room with bareness and a cowboy bed, and now May had a colorful girlish room there. In May's old room was a theme of design and color of red and black, with football helmets, jerseys, and all other propaganda for the Bulldogs Team in there. It was nice. Will and I looked at a football book, and then we later went in the garage, as Will showed me his football and other sports gear. We then went outside and played around as knights and heroes; it was very fun. Then we did some other things, and looked around for May and Rebecca. They were in the basement, both playing with barbies. Will and I played WII, doing some things on that level. He's an awesome little kid, Will is. He's cool.

By the time Libby got home after school (my age kind of, in middle school), we were about to leave, so we didn't talk to Libby and got about stuff as much as I would've liked. We played with plastic swords, and I wrestled with Will, and then we all threw stuffed animals at each other. I used a large pink fat hot dog looking thing, I guess it was a long vertical pillow or something. I used that to bring down on people, deflect propelled animals, and knock people down. I must admit it was a lot of fun. I felt like I was at the Battle of Hastings in 1066. It was epic.

They were going to chorus practice for May and we said goodbye, even though we had spent only an hour or two. We'll see them again in the month of December. I guarantee it. I'm gonna like the way I look then.

We went home and Mom left and went out to dinner with her friend, Brenda. Julie came later and we talked in the basement of different things. Mom came back and we talked some more, before I was kicked in the neck by Rebecca and hurt like I was shot, and I later went upstairs. It was very dramatic. I then went to bed. A pretty good day.

Men's Warehouse is awesome,

Andrew.

The Car Dealership in Lineville, AL

Yesterday I had more fun time with my Dad, after going to the Apple Store, I was tired but still ready to do some things. I had slept in my parent's room on their couch, and woke up at 7:30. The night before I decided to go to Dad's car dealership, even though Mom was kind of sad about seeing me leave again. Oh well. Dad told me last night we were to wake up at 6:00 and leave at 7:30. Well, we woke up at 7:30 and left at 8:30 something. We were a little off schedule, and we were also hungry. Dad and I drove the suburban, yet again, and stopped at Rhea's, a little breakfast stop in the same flat white brick building Corner Grocery is on. The grocery is on the front, facing a street, Rhea's facing another. It's on a patch of road at an intersection. I had been to Rhea's before, and had met Jimmy, a rough and mean dark skinned man who's ancestry is from India or somewhere else, and has a deep accent. As we walked in, looking upon the tables, counter, and basic concession stand style. Jimmy welcomed us, surprisingly, and asked about "your wife" as he put it, and they talked about different people in the town of Roswell, what they've been doing and such. The last times he had been unfriendly and rough, a reptile of sorts. Now he was just the opposite. It was interesting how in changed in 6 months.

He gave us some biscuits of sorts, and as we drove through Atlanta we ate them, now being on an interstate. They were okay. We then talked about what had questioned me the night before, and I read the book to him and found out a lot of financial terms and such. It was interesting. Dad said he had given the little book to some people, most of them didn't read it. I didn't want to disappoint. It might've been a little over my comprehension and level but I wanted to read it anyway. It's about a guy deep in debt who happens upon a rich lady who gives him 4 laws on being out of debt. I finished the first chapter as we rode toward Lineville, little businesses and an old little high school, plus numerous little homes. Lineville is close to the Alabama/Georgia line, hence the name. It's a nice little town. On a road is a flat roofed building with nice cars all around and in front of it. It has a connection added only about a year and a half before, and looks like any basic dealership, columns with a covered patio thing, with glass that sees through the front lobby. It had added on parts a while ago, and now looks better than ever. I was excited to see it again as we passed in, seeing the Clay County Chrysler Dodge Jeep Chevrolet sign, dangling from a large post, with an under sign saying Happy Holidays. We went through all the nice cars, looking at them. We came up and parked on the right side of the dealership. We got out of the car.

Cavin Hill (yes that is how he spells his name, long story), the General Manager for the dealership, walked out of the store, towards us. He has glasses, grey flat hair, and is pretty tall. I shook his hand. Pretty warm. We said regular words you say to someone who you haven't seen in 6 months; I'm pretty sure you have a good idea of what we said. No need to repeat those same, over used words again. Anyway, one of the service guys came over, and we said hello to him. His name is Jeffery. Thin, black hair with beard, good guy. Has blue jumpsuit. Yep. We then entered, and I looked upon the long unseen lobby again, and it had changed a little. Little desks in a horizontal line by the front door, two desks in the back, one enclosed in glass, where Jason Hill (cousins) was seated. It used to be the office of Gerry Kirkland, but he went away. The second one was the desk of Kristin Thompson, who became a full time employee at the dealership the day she graduated, August 6, which is my birthday. Kind of cool to have that connection with her. To the left is two doors going to two large offices with a bathroom in between, my Dad's and Cavin's. By Kristin's is a hallway going into the back and a room with printer and other things. To the far right is a counter where Joan Foster, the lady who answers calls and welcomes customers, sits. I saw Joan and we had good few words together. She is a like 45-50 year old woman, with black hair that's up into a kind of towel position. She's usually in a dress of some sort, Cavin, Jason, and the other salespeople in suits, the service guys in suits too, jumpsuits, that is. She's very nice. Very excited to see me, she was. I'm friends with all the people at the dealership. I shook hands with Jason, a robust, funny, witty, but sometimes en lighting and serious man, who has flat black hair and glasses. I said hello to Kristin, young, brown or blonde haired, very pretty. I talked to them both for a while, and described and talked of the trip. I told my favorite place.

Before I could see anyone else besides Tim Carroll (tall, thin, grayish haired with it being straight, nice guy to talk to sometimes), Cavin and Dad and I got in a blue silverado on the line (the cool thing about being a car dealership owners son is that you can go into and experience all of these cars, and go into places of a dealership you would never get to see if you were a customer), driving behind the dealership, through rough blocked off roads with orange netting, going into mud piles and dirty uphill drives. Now I knew why we took a truck. We went and saw a red brick nice high school, that was still in progress, almost finished. It was really pretty and had a baseball, football, and soccer field, a green house, two gyms, and many classes. It was really nice. Cavin had an idea of moving some of the cars away from the highway and onto the road that goes to this, advertising in a way to the sixteen year olds who wanted a car. Smart Marketing. It's like writing two books and advertising your one book in the second book, which is done in the Four Laws thing. Again, smart marketing.

As we drove back we parked and saw that everybody was going to lunch, and before we went I went in the back hallway to see the conference room with table and desks, and to see the room with the fridge, table, and cabinets, where people eat some stuff. Then I saw the back office of Tammi, and said hello to her. She has short hair, blonde and brown at that, and has nice white teeth. She is very nice, and although she is, has most of the boring jobs like sorting papers and making deals are going through and stuff. I would hate to be stuck up in an office all day. I would run out and steal some peppermints on the way. Anyway, I talked to her a little about different things, and then later went to the front and talked to Don Shepard, an older man with white hair and glasses, who is great to listen and talk to, and apart from selling cars, he plays gospel music on Alabama 100.1. He talked about that and I asked him questions about it, and then I went into the customer waiting room and then walked into the service department, with the equipment of all kinds and the concrete floor and cars in un normal appearances. I saw the old waiting room, a little "room" which now had cabinets and a blocked off door. It used to be so nice. Oh well. The new one is more modern, open, colorful, better chairs, two T.V.'s, a bathroom, all to the right and behind the lobby. I walked around and didn't go very far because I had no one to talk to; they were all at lunch. Dad and Cavin and Cavin's girlfriend Dana all said come on to me to get into the blue golf cart to go to Annita's, a little diner on that road. We had a good meal of regular country food, to wit: mashed potatoes, fried chicken, baked beans, corn bread, green beans, it was all great. A guy named Rick who owned a Piggly Wiggly asked us how many we saw along the trail, and we talked about that kind of things, sightseeing and favorite places, for a while. Somehow we got to the topic of hunting, and they all shared stories. It was a good time.

Back at the Dealership I showed my Big Book of Boy Stuff to Jerry Turman, a nice tall African American guy at the dealership who's a salesman. He was reading aloud some experiments and interesting facts, stating to an old customer that these things could come in handy. "Oh, I won't need that," the man said. Jerry kept telling him all this stuff, from police talk to sun dials. It was pretty funny, actually. I went back into my Dad's large office, with the table and shelves of books. It's nice, but I must admit Cavin's is nicer. It has a lot of cool car pictures, and many du dad's, as my dad calls trinkets and unnecessary items. I saw Irving Thompson, Kristin's father, who is a tall, slightly bearded fellow, but not heavy on the beard. The whole time we were there there was always SOMEBODY in Dad's office, except at night when the store closed. But that's in a different part of the story. I went back and sat down close to an old, bored looking women at the customer waiting. I opened a little conversation, just to get her from being bored, and I was bored to, I needed someone to talk to myself. She turned about to be a very big talker, stating facts of quilting and speaking of Nicolas Sparks. I told her that it was Mark Twain's Birthday today, and we talked of his books. She said her pad remote control device to open her car wouldn't open the car up, and later a man from the service department told her it was the pad that was broken, and that he would have it fixed in a day or two, telling some other things. For the information of the blog, I asked the name of the old lady. "Woodruff." She answered. "What's yours?" And just as she was walking out, I said, "Andrew." and I heard her say to the service guy as the door closed, "What a polite little boy."

Woodruff. An interesting name. I'll have to use it one of these days.

I went to the service department and saw through his little glass spot Jeff Diggs, in his big parts room. He is right behind Tammi; they are married. I've been in Jeff's place before, and went up stairs to more parts in an attic kind of place. I also met a service guy I had not been acquainted with before, a young African-American named Bruce. I then went into the big work-on-car room, and stood under a car that was lifted up on a machine, right under it, admiring all the technical stuff. That was fun. I then asked some things to Cavin about being manager, and then sat and talked with Jason about some serious things. I then was stumped. I read aloud riddles from the BBOBS (Big Book of Boy Stuff) and Joan didn't get many but Tammi, Jason, and Tim were pretty good on them. I talked to Kristin about selling cars, and then was so bored I asked Tammi if I could do a job. She handed a me a giant stack of white pieces of paper with all kinds of official looking things on it, and I was told to do if I wanted to to sort all by year, making piles of all. I did all the years from 1995 to 2012, and at first making piles I was pretty lousy, and bored. My friend Alyssa called asking if I could go out to dinner with her and her parents and my parents, but I sadly informed her I wouldn't be home from Alabama until like 8:40 or something. Oh well, she said. She informed me she missed me a lot.

I got better as it as Tammi said that the time for a person to do it was so and so (I forget), and so I tried to beat it. Coincidentally, something like that in the Four Laws book occur ed with a story about a guy with bottles he had to organize. By and by I got better and better, and about almost done with it a little 8 year old with bangs and orange hair and an electronic device came over, and as I stacked them all in a way Tammi told me to do, (one year vertical the next horizontal, and so on and so on) I talked to the kid, who is Dana's son, the mayor of Lineville's grandson, and his name was Tanner. He talked about his video game unstoppable, and even checked his FaceBook on a computer at the dealership. HE has as FaceBook! At 8! Amazing and weird too. Oh well. Tammi left, and then I did some things with Tanner, we watched some people put signs on a Honda in a cool way for a parade for Natural Gas. That was interesting. I tried to get him and me to do an activity in my book, but he didn't seem impressed or into it. Day turned to night and I looked around for Don and Tim, seeing them both gone. I knew Don's absence, this was the night he does his radio thing, but Tim was sad that I didn't see him. I'm going back Monday so I'll see him then. Dana, Tanner, Irving, and other people left, and Cavin too. I said all goodbye to them. For a while Jason and Dad and I just stayed in Dad's office and listened to Don's radio station, and Jason called the number, requesting a song from a choir. I don't remember the song or the artist. But, Don later at the end of the song he WAS playing, said he was sending the next song out to Jason, and then he advertised the car dealership a lot. It was a good song about a guy who tried out for the choir every year for 34 years, only to be turned down every time. They were holding auditions one year and there was a lot of stormy clouds and thunder and lightning, and then it all stopped and the people heard from Heaven a voice saying that "I've found a choir that'll let me sing" meaning the guy was dead. It's kind of sad, but kind of good. We then listened to one intently because Don said straight to Dad and me to "listen to this one" and after it was over I said to Don it was good. Although, he couldn't hear me. Oh well.

It was cool to be talked to and referred to on the radio, really, really cool. Jason then left and Dad and I sat in silence and talk for a long time, waiting for something to download on the iPad. It did eventually and we left. I had a great, a really great and fun time, at the dealership. I love that place.

On the way home although I was very tired, I read about the first law of debt freeness, tracking your expenses and reducing the amount that's being depleted out of your account. I won't go into details. It was interesting to learn about all this though. Interesting.

We got home and went to bed. End of story. Goodbye for now.

I like to look and admire cars,

Andrew.