Worker Bee

I may have to go postal if XM radio doesn't quit playing THE SAME music over and over. I mean, how much music is there out there in the world? Need we really hear the same tired awful tune more than once?

John is on vacation in Canada with his kids, says he's having a great time. So we're keeping it going here at the Max ~ me, Jess, Jordan. Yesterday was the day from hell, but I've moved on. Mancan sent another 19-year-old to help me with the yard this morning. Finally ~ someone who knew how to work! Turns out he's facing felony marijuana dealing charges in some southern state with a possible 1-10. He's terrified that he's going to jail. Here's this young man, raised on a farm, full of piss and vinegar, able (unlike most Americans) to do a full day of physical work and we're going to put him away for years on a marijuana charge. WTF?

Oscar continues to be the high spot in my life. His hematoma is all gone, and damn if he doesn't look like his Mother at that age. I have GOT to find those photos for her, but there is never enough time to cover all the necessary bases here, let alone have time for mucking around in boxes in the attic. I dream about having a month off.