YC: So, GF.... I got your message that said you wanted to talk to me again... what's up?
GF: Oh, I had a few things to share with the readership so I thought that you might be able to, um, facilitate, ya know?
YC: Oh, gotcha
GF: ... because all of the stuff that I have been up to since I posted last Friday... have been kind of scatter shot.
YC: OK, well why don't you tell everyone what you've been doing.
GF: Well, it's like this: I was in a rifle instructor class last week, which was rather irritating...
YC: Why was it irritating?
GF: Because I had some guys trying to "teach" me how to use an M-4 rifle... see, an M-4 is a slightly smaller version of the M-16... which has been a part of my daily life since I was 17... and if you do that math, it's been nearly thirty years, OK?
YCWell, there had to be a reason that you were in the class, though, right?
GF: Yes, because bean counters are stupid, and figure that people with nearly thirty years of experience need the same class that people with ZERO years of experience should have.
YC: Well, that doesn't sound like it makes a lot of sense.
GF: It didn't... it was worse since I had lots of other work to do in the office, especially with big doings about to happen in my section that may have long range happy consequences for me.
YC: Really? Big doings, eh? Can you give us details?
GF: Not yet, but I should be able to talk about it in the next month, I think.
YC: OK, we'll wait... so is there more about the class?
GF: Only that it was time consuming, and really wrecked my family's schedule for the entire week.
YC: Right. So that was last week. What has been happening since the course ended on Friday evening?
GF: Well, Saturday was Soccer... but before the game, poor Soccer Girl's allergies were bothering her so bad, she had to miss the team pictures in the morning and go to the pediatrician who recommended that she not play that afternoon. That was kind of a bad thing for me to hear, from a coach's perspective. You see, Soccer Girl is one of my best players, and I'm not just saying that because I'm her dad, either.
YC: So she missed the game?
YC: How'd that go?
GF: Well, our opponents came out of the gate rather hard, and since I habitually start the first six girls who show up, on-time, to the game field, I had my smallest, most inexperienced players on the field first. The first opposition goal came at about sixty seconds into the game. I feared disaster.
YC: So, what happened?
GF: My troops rallied and although they were down 2-0 at half-time, they battled back for a 5-5 tie when full-time was called. I was very proud of them.
YC: Cool! What was the rest of your weekend like?
GF: A blur, actually. Saturday evening, Soccer Girl's elementary school chorus was singing with a local adult chorus at a nearby high school... so after dinner, off we went to the show... which was quite cool, and gave me my first personal experience with the concept of "Jazz Hands"... those parents who have kids that have ever been in some sort of music show know exactly what I am talking about... don't you?
YC: Sounds like fun.
GF: It was, it was. The mom of one of my soccer player's sings in this chorus, and is trying to recruit me... I might actually do it... I'm geeky enough.
YC: So then?
GF: Oh, the next day was Sunday, so we did the Sunday School, Church, Lunch thing... and then went back to the high school for the second chorus show.... there's my weekend. I had to stay up until nearly two A.M. just to do PART of the laundry. Monday was NO fun. I had meetings all day, and then had to spend some time cleaning my rifle, he was way dirty.
YC: Wow. you HAVE been busy, haven't you?
GF: Indeed I have.
YC: OK, GF, I have something to ask you about... something personal.
GF: So ask... I write a personal blog... it's all about the personal with me.
YC: Well, you know that the Internet is a small place, don't you? I mean, metaphorically speaking.
GF: Yes, I get that, get on with it!
YC: Well, I mean, you have a specific group of friends...
GF: Yes. GET ON WITH IT!
YC: OK, well, there is a bit of a buzz that you are dealing with some personal, family turmoil. Do you want to talk about that?
GF: Not really, other than to say that Mrs GF, Soccer Girl, and Fast Pitch, are all fine. My mother is ill and there will be more to talk about as things clarify. I would like to add a huge thank you to all of the people who were so good as to offer me words of prayer, support, and encouragement. It means more to me than I can tell you that you would allow me to share a burden with you.
YC: Anything else, GF?
GF: No... that should cover it... I'll talk to you all soon.