| | The Quirks of Work (and 'Coons)Hello, Everybody!
My most notable error of the past couple of weeks was trying to thank Phyllis Schlafly by name at the end of an interview. I got to "Schla-" and just gave up. Next time, I'll say "Ma'am."
I'm starting to learn to put together newscasts, which is much fun than trying to pronounce "Schlafly." Hopefully, I'll be able to voice one by the end of the week. Most stations do newscasts live. We don't do that. Ours are dead, that is to say, pre-recorded.
Work is interesting, but I've found I need a creative outlet. So I've decided to harass the racoon which skulks around my backyard. I knew there was a 'coon around because the previous tenants had left it food, but I had never seen until the other night. The 'coon came skulking out of the woods towards our back door. After it got about ten or fifteen yards from the edge of the woods, I creeped out the front door and sled around the corner of the house. I was going to burst from hiding and yell, "You no-good, lowdown, son of a one-eyed polecat! You filthy varmint! If you were in a Brian Jacques book, your name would be Scumlick!" But the critter must have been smarter than I gave him credit for, because when I got around the house and before I could holler, he was gone. I looked all over and couldn't find him. I haven't seen him for a night or two, but Scumlick will be back. And when he does, I'll make PETA cry. That's my creative outlet, chasing coons to make PETA cry.
This weekend, I'm going to meet up with my family at my grandparents' house for July 4th. I'm very excited. I hope each of you gets to have a wonderful holiday with family as well. I enjoy reading your blogs so much. It helps me connect with you. God bless.
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