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Hard to make entries, or continue my effort to cleanup all the misspellings and mistakes from previous entries, during the holidays. I thought I would have more chances, but I am being forced to sit at my desk and I am surrounded by people who will wonder what I am doing. Trying to get this one in before anyone arrives. Not that I mind them seeing it, just not letting them know I do it at work. 

Been pretty uneventful lately. Maeghan is currently at camp. We sent her to camp for the summer, or winter, or whatever season it is right now. It is Queensland, which means it is hot, all the time. I think we had a day when it was 8 degrees Celsius. By the way, how do you make the little degree symbol on the numbers. I think I looked it up once but I don't remember and can't be bothered to look it up again. So I just wrote the word degrees. But it was 8 as the lowest I think. It was around 10 in the mornings for about a week. That is all the winter we get. I am thinking Queensland might not be the best place to retire. Since that is a number of years from now, I don't have to think about it now.

The lights just went off in the office. I am hoping it is just because I am not sitting under a sensor to tell it someone is here and don't turn off the lights. I am assuming since my laptop and screens are still working, it is not a general power failure. Yesterday, we got an email that they had shut the power off to one of the buildings, after they had shut it off. You would think that is probably not that big a deal, but we are IT. We have equipment in that building. It should not just be shut off without warning. I haven't heard if they have turned it back on yet but when they do, we have to go over and turn everything back on and make sure it is working. And I say 'we' but really, it is everyone else. I am not required to do a lot at work. With no students, I am not really required to do anything. I am not sure if that is by design, or preference, or just an accommodation to my advancing years. I never get asked to do anything. I make it plain that I prefer it that way, but I also say I will do anything they need me to do. I guess they don't need me to do a lot. 

And I am typing this into this blog that no one knows about or no one reads, but if they come in and see me typing in it and ask what it is and then go to it and start to read, they will see this entry and wonder why I am telling everyone this. Maybe I should wait to publish this entry until after any initial acknowledgement of the blog takes place. You know they will go to it, read the latest entry, nothing else I am sure, and see that I talk about work and maybe discover any secrets I might have put in here. Have to be careful about what I say, I suppose. But when has that ever influenced me. More than you will ever know, I am sure. Enough of that, back to your regularly scheduled program as I think someone just came in. They are probably wondering why the lights are off. 

It was just the maintenance workers. They asked why I sitting here in the dark. I told them it allowed me to sleep easier. They just took a cabinet out of the bosses office. Maybe I should have said something. Hope he emptied it out first.

Maeghan is at camp. I think I wrote that sometime ago, but can't remember. And I have lost the ability to type. Maybe a stroke. I am going to take a break. If I don't come back, think happy thoughts for me.

Been longer than I thought it would be, but apparently it wasn't a stroke. Or, at least, it was one I am ignoring. Really strange. I was typing but the keys just seemed to be random keys. I knew what I wanted to type, but it would not do it. I typed the last message before I left with one finger. Even that was hard as I had to look at the keyboard and deliberately pick the letter I wanted to type. I am ignoring it.

Maeghan is at camp. Just in case you missed it. It is some church camp that she has to pay for but she is a councillor there. Not sure what exactly that involves. I think she has fun, but it is camping, so how much fun can it be. Old man talking I suppose. I know we used to go camping quite a lot but I would never have called it fun. Or at least, fun for me. Everyone else had fun. I had to do all the work, so my back was always sore, I was always bent over, and there was dirt and grass and wind everywhere. Not a lot of fun, but enough fun that we did it multiple times. And it told me that I spelled councillor wrong, but when I went back to check how to spell it, it gave me three different spellings that all look right. I picked the one you see but I am still not sure it is correct. 

I don't know when Maeghan gets back. William is planning on staying at his friends this weekend. That means I have the weekend free to do what I want. Not that William being there ever stops me from doing what I want, but I am thinking Juanita and I might go to one of the new American restaurants that has opened. Bubba Gump Shrimp recently opened. The is also a Firehouse Subs opening soon in the mall. I don't mind taking William, I would prefer it, but he is so picky I always feel bad when there is nothing really on the menu that he will eat. I mean, a sub sandwich, he only eats ham and olives on it at subway. Not really worth the price for just that. And a seafood restaurant, forget it. He might eat the fries but nothing else. I am not sure what to do about that. He doesn't eat anything and that will be a real hinderance in life, especially if he has a girlfriend. They are not going to want to restrict their diet to what he eats or places he will go. I have no idea what he eats when he is at his friends place. He is almost 21 years old, but what can I do to make him at least try other things. He never does. He won't even eat spaghetti sauce because it has onions in it. He will eat pesto, and cheese sauce but no tomato sauce. I think he has even stopped eating it on pizza. BBQ sauce only. What can I do. I know I didn't eat onions until I was about 18 or 19, and there are several things I eat now that I never used to eat. Brussel sprouts, cabbage, spinach, lots of things that I love now but never used to when I was a kid. I keep thinking he will grow out of it, but no signs of that happening anytime soon.

This has gotten way too long. I should probably go, maybe do some work. And, there are some very large leaves or branches falling outside my window and I need to find out where they are coming from. I am assuming someone is trimming the trees outside the office, but it seems kind of strange and merits some type of investigation. 

So I will be going now.

Later

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I was thinking. Same day as the last entry but I thought I would start this one with this new thought I am having.

What if I let the kids do their own entries. I could give them access and they could write things in here that they are interested in. It's worth a thought. 

I have always worried about what will happen to this after I stop writing in it. Some one will need to save it, or print it, or maybe they can just take over. Do their own thing. It would have to be Maeghan or William as that is the only thing that would make sense. It is worth thinking about. I enjoy it so much and I think they might also. If not this one, then start their own. putting these things down and getting to go back and re-read them is a really good way to make yourself cry. It also allows you to really miss the old days. I cannot recommend it enough. 

Well have to go. I will continue this entry later, if I am not in the hospital. I am just about to leave work but wanted to write this down somewhere and this seemed like the best place to do it. 

Next day. I am feeling fine. Don't even have the lingering pain I was having in my upper chest that I have had for about two weeks. And yes, I did tell the cardiologist but he said it was nothing to worry about. It wasn't related to the heart. Now I am not so sure, but who am I to disagree with the doctors.

I have been thinking about the idea of the kids taking over the blog. Not really taking over, but giving them the ability to add their own entries. I am not 100% sold on it yet, but I will give it some more thought. I think Maeghan might do it, but she has a lot of her own things to do, so she would be more likely to start her own. I would encourage her to do that. William, I am not so sure he would have any interest in it. First, he is not the best speller or writer there is and I think it embarrasses him. I would say the only way to get better is to do it. I know he has at times written things and had Maeghan read them, but I have never seen any of it. So, maybe he does like to write. After I think about it for a while, I will discuss it with him, or them. 

I just read an article about what has happened to the blog. In general, not this specific one. You don't hear about them anymore and you certainly do not see them unless you know a specific one you are looking for. There aren't a lot of places you can go to look for things, or maybe just look for a random blog. There are specific topic blogs, but they are usually part of something else. Like something that is written in support of a video or web page or a business. Not just a random blog about a random topic. They do exist, but no central place you can do a search for them. 

Used to be, I could go to a web page, I think it might have been this one, Blogger.com, and I could hit a button that took me to a random blog. Then hit it again and go to another. Maybe that still exists, but I have not seen it in a while and don't know how to do that anymore.

I do know they do not show up in searches. Or they are not high in the algorithm to show up in someone's search. Or, at least, that is what the article was saying. You can still monetize them, but the methods appear to be outdated and replaced by other ways to make money at it. I suppose that is the real cause of the death of the blog, no way to make money at it. You can only make very little money writing these. There are better ways to do it now. I've never looked into it for this blog, so I am not sure it would be something I would want to do. Maybe, but I think the only way is to put adds in it and I am not a big fan of that. And besides, who would read it. I think what I saw was around $2 for a thousand views. This blog has had 8000 views in 20 years, so I would have made $16. Pretty much a bargain if you ask me. That is something I will think about, for my later years.

Right now, I am just waiting for all the students to go to class so I can get a coffee. They should have already gone, but I am getting a steady stream of late commers asking for things. I think I might be sage now, so I am off to the break room.

My coffee is not hot anymore and more students have come in. I was stopped by the director who seems to have a fascination with baseball. I like baseball, but he thinks since I am from America, I know everything and follow everything about it. His son plays and wants to play professionally, so he keeps asking me advice on how he should go about doing that. Since I have no idea how to do that, I don't have a lot of advice, but he keeps asking. So I spend 15 or 20 minutes every time I see him answering questions about what I think of different things. I don't really mind, but I don't really have anything to say that would really help him and my knowledge of baseball has severely waned since I have been here. I only get to see YouTube highlights and I don't follow any of those except the major headlines and the Rangers when I get around to it. I enjoy it, but don't really follow it. So my coffee is cold.

I have spent the last couple of entries talking about myself. That will probably be a trend, or more than a trend, going forward. The kids are grown and I don't have the daily interaction with them. I'll try to keep this up to date with what is happening to them, but in order to keep this blog going with more entries, I will probably have more to say about myself than anything else. Probably talk more about the past as well. I enjoy writing it, and usually have interesting tales and stories to tell, even if I have to make some of them up. They might seem made up, but they are real to me and I am assuming most of them are based in actual fact. I just don't remember all the details.

But I enjoy it, and I will try to keep doing it. For as long as I can, and probably for some time after I cannot. Maybe I will write some entries that can be published after I am gone. Might be a good way to say some of the things I cannot say in here but should be said somewhere and if I am gone, there are no consequences to me afterwards. I will just allow others to be amused while I am not here. Sounds like a plan.

I am going to close this one now. Without saying anything about the kids. I'll think of something soon. Might even be later today as I do not have a lot of work to do and it is the last day of school, so I will get bored and probably start a new entry. Just a gamble on my part, but if you stay up late and eat ice cream, you might be entertained by some other nonsense I report.

Until next time,

Later 

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 I'm starting this without any real idea of what I am going to write about. I know, you thought that is what I always did. But really, I normally have one or two things I want to get to each time. Not that I always get to them, but I have a vague idea of something. This time, no idea. Just thought it was time to write and I started. Have to go open the doors in a moment. In fact, someone just walked up to the door, so I have to go let them in. Give me a chance to go get my fruit and nut bar I set on my desk for breakfast and then forgot it when I walked out here. Vague and not interesting, but I'll be back at the start of the next line I type.

Back. It took me a bit longer. I actually did some work while I was standing. Reset the laptop charger station and brought out the staff loan laptops. And I should have checked how many loans I needed. Turns out I need seven and I only have two, so I am about to scramble around trying to find some more. I have some that need to be rebuilt on my desk, so I need to do that before staff begins to arrive.

I am back after a few hours. Been a busy morning. I do have a tale to tell and no one knows about it except what I will write in here. Something that happened in the intervening hours. I should tell someone one, but I have no plans to do so, so if anyone actually reads this, it will come as a surprise.

I went to the cardiologist yesterday. Been over a year as they keep cancelling my appointments. Since I had nothing to tell, they had nothing to say. Put me on a different medicine and cancelled one that I was not supposed to be taking. It is possible I did not have an accurate list of my medications. The doctor certainly didn't, but I gave him what I had, which is from over a year ago. I don't think there are any changes to the list, but I need to make sure and update it when I get home.

He kept asking me if I had switched from one medicine to another. I remember that happening in the past but I could not tell him when it happened and what I switched from and to. Kind of thought he would have that information but he seemed to think that was up to me to keep track of what I was taking and why. That is another thing I have been complaining about for a while. The doctors keep asking me why I am taking the medicines I am taking. Since they are the ones that proscribe them, I would think they would already know that, but they never do. Gets very frustrating. Isn't that what the doctors are for, to keep track of my health and monitor how I am doing with what they proscribe. Maybe I am just cynical or confused. It has bothered me for any number of years. Medical professionals. I know they have a lot of things to remember and do, but if the case load is too much, cut down on the number of cases. Maybe there is a doctor shortage but I can certainly testify there is a good doctor shortage.

But let's move on.

What happened today, shortly before the first lull in the amount of people asking for immediate help, I got a pain. I had told the doctor I had no pains or symptoms recently and he said that was good and he was cancelling any follow up appointments I might have had. I only needed to come back if there was a problem. But anyway, that was yesterday.

Today, I had one of the worst chest pains I had ever had. It was really bad and I was not really doing anything at the time. Sitting at the front desk, a few dozen students around but not asking me to do anything, just waiting for class to start. 

This pain started with a stiff pressure on my chest. You get those sometimes, it is called angina pain, but they do not last very long and they are not that bad. This was bad. It got bad, then worse and then started radiating. I did believe I was having a heart attack. Of course, I didn't tell anyone. I walked into the back, whispered to one of my co-worked to watch the front desk, and went and sat in the meeting room. I took my spray and sat there. I was thinking there was no way I was going to be carted off in an ambulance in front of the whole school. I knew if I called for the nurses, they would immediately call for an ambulance. I probably should have, the pain was bad. 

I waited my five minutes and took another spray. The rule is, or I have always been told the rule is, spray when the pain starts, wait five minutes, spray again if it is still there, wait five minutes and if there is still pain, call the ambulance because you are having a heart attack. The pain started to go away. Well, not really go away, just not as bad as it was. I sat there for another 10 minutes. As I said, I was not going to have an ambulance show up at school and take me out on a gurney. That is what would have happened. I probably should have let it happen. I didn't.

After about ten minutes, it was just a dull ache. I walked out to the front. No one seemed to notice anything, so that's good. I decided to go get a cup of coffee. Amazingly, when I got the coffee, it helped a lot. First sip and most of the pain started to go away. Not sure how or why it worked so fast but by the time I got back to my desk, I was feeling ok. No longer a need for an ambulance or the need to tell anyone what had happened. I wasn't fine, but it was tolerable. 

Of course, if anyone is reading this, they are in a panic. While I am not fine, I am tolerable. As I write this and look back on it, I should have gone to the hospital. I might still need to. This is one of the worst episodes I can remember. I am kind of afraid of it coming back. I will definitely go immediately next time. No waiting for the spray to kick in, no giving it a couple of goes. Just head for the hospital, hopefully without having the school involved. The reason I don't want to the school involved is one, the embarrassment. Every student will know that I was taken away in am ambulance and they will forever be treating me differently. And, I don't want the school asking me for medical updates and it affecting how and where I do my job. If it comes to it, I will quit, but I want the decision to be mine, not because they are concerned for my health. I get enough walking on tiptoes when they are around me or they need something done. Yes, it is nice not having to do a lot of things, but I don't need the pity. I am not that old and feeble. Maybe I am, but I refuse to bow to the inevitable. 

That is my story for today. Not that I am entirely comfortable at the moment, I still have a lingering pain. But I only have an hour left before I leave for the day. If it stays for the train ride home, I will consider going to the hospital. Don't know what I will tell them, but maybe they will do something. Means I won't work tomorrow and Juanita will probably not work, so we will have no income for the week. We need it, I can't keep relying on my retirement money to bail us out before I actually retire. That's another story.

I was going to say something else about today's events, but I can't seem to remember what it was. I do have the fear that I actually had a heart attack today. That happened a few years ago. I had similar incident while I was doing contract work out of town. I stopped working back then and tried to get my helper to do everything. When I got back, I told my doctor and he put me in the hospital. They said I had had a heart attack in the past couple of weeks. Not sure how they knew but it could be the same thing just happened. Not that I want to go into it too much, but I have never found any of the heart attacks I have had to be terribly painful. Yes, there is pain, but not the crushing pain I have always been told they were like. It just kind of hurts. There is nothing you can do to make it stop hurting but the pain itself is not that bad. But who am I to say. Six, maybe seven heart attacks later and open heart surgery, I probably am just getting it wrong and don't remember the pain. I know today's was bad.

I am going to run off and go. I know there was more and this is in no way the plan for today, but I will save it for next time. I never get to write. Next week is the start of school holidays. Only two weeks, but no students. Maybe I will have more time and have a better memory of what I want to write. 

Until next time,

Later

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I have been going back through the old entries and trying to fix them as when I re-read them, there are a lot of mistakes, misspells, and errors that need to be corrected. It is very slow work. The main problem is whenever I make a change and update it, it takes me back to the most recent entry. So I have to scroll down to the entry I was editing and open another one. My problem is, I don't remember which one I was editing, so I have to check whatever I open to see if I have done it and then try to find the one I should actually be working on. It is very time consuming, to the point where I might not do it anymore. Maybe after I retire. I will have plenty of time then and won't constantly be interrupted by the little people. But as I am having trouble typing today, I will stop for now and get back to it when I am a bit better. 

Ok, let's see how it goes. If it wasn't for this fly that keeps buzzing between me and the screen, I would be a happy camper.

William has decided he is not going to look for a job until after his birthday. He says since we are going on a trip, he has to wait so he has the time off. That's his plan and he is sticking to it. Unless I intervene, I suppose. Demand that he get a job now and worry about time off later. The problem is, we need to start looking for a smaller place to live. Our rent is extraordinarily low, but it should be lower and it can be if we move into a two bedroom instead of a four bedroom. Not a lot of difference in price, since ours is so low, but it will be lower. Starting next year, I will no longer be working and will be officially retired. Can't afford, nor do we need, such a large place. So he has to be either moved out or paying rent. Doesn't matter which but something will have to change.

Our real problem will be the dogs. Not a lot of places accept two dogs, one of which is a large dog. That could be a sticking point and make moving not feasible. Another issue is the amount of stuff we have. Enough to fill a four bedroom house and a two car garage. Half of that will have to go. It will be an issue on which half goes. The argument I will face is I will be told we can just get a storage shed. I am really against that idea and I do not understand why so many people use them. I can see their uses for some things, but just as storage for overflow in you house. If you are going to pay for storage, then just pay for a bigger house. Giving money to someone just to keep things you will never see or probably use just does not make a lot of sense to me. Pay for the larger house, not a room you have to go visit to see your stuff. But storage places are big business and I see a lot of them around, so it must make sense to someone. I am probably not seeing the big picture.

Maeghan is moving forward with her getting a car. Or getting closer. She is just about approved to take lessons. Once that is done, NDIS might pay something for modifications to a car, but they need to see that she can drive first and has a need for modifications to a car. Just a lot of bureaucratic nonsense and paper work if you ask me. She can't get the help unless she proves she needs the help but she can't prove she needs the help until she can prove she can get a license. How is she supposed to do that. I am guessing there is some semblance of a plan behind it all, but since she has been hammering at this for over three years, it doesn't look hopeful. I am still under the impression that I will end up paying for it and then, maybe, NDIS will pay for the next one. I don't know. Doesn't make any sense to me, but then again, it never has. I am the do it yourself generation and we do not depend on the government for anything. Government help is nice, but not something we depend on. Once again, just being the curmudgeon. (So far it has not told me I spelled that wrong and I did it in one go. That doesn't seem possible.)

 And in my effort, I am going to try to end this early. I know I keep saying that, but it requires dedication and discipline on my part, something I don't have a lot of, so I just keep rambling each time. But this time, maybe.

I miss Maeghan. I wish William and I did more things together but we don't seem to have the same interests or maybe I am just too set and impatient to do what he likes. But I wish it were different all the time. Missing Maeghan is part of my life now. I hate that I have gotten used to it. It might be going back to these old entries and reading them again. Those times are gone and are never coming back. Doesn't stop me from missing them. 

Having typed two more paragraphs since I said I was going, this will be the last. I just keep telling myself that I have so much more to say, but it will be later, after I have forgotten what I was going to write. My new life style.

Until next time,

Later

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 Going back and trying to fix the old blogs is going to be a problem. I can go back and try, but every time I make a change and save it, it takes me back to the top of the list. And since it does not load the entire list each time, I have to scroll down and then load some more to get to the earlier blogs. All that to say, it is going to take a long time to fix everything. I will continue to hammer away at it.

I am starting this entry shortly after I posted the last one. I do not expect to finish it for a couple of days. Then again, the students are rioting tomorrow, so I will have time to do other things instead to catering to their every need. I have other stuff planned, but I might find the time to do this. For now, I am going back to attempting to edit everything. 

Another distraction I am having is today is the day they practice RiverFire, or whatever they call the thing they are doing tomorrow on the river. It means they have military planes flying over at really low heights. They come over the school and sometimes, they seem way too low. Each time one comes by, I have to go out and watch it so I can warn everyone it might hit the building. It takes up a lot of my time. 

I am going now. Be back tomorrow.

I'm back, several days later and typing on the home keyboard. Which means I am using this keyboard I can't type on. But what's new with that. I can never type on any keyboard. It's a lifelong challenge. I have no idea what I was talking about or what I had planned. Once again, we are off on an adventure. But I do plan on keeping it short, which means it will be way too long again. I can never stop typing when I want to. Always one more thing to say or one more thing to explain. Even now, it is getting too long. Let's continue.

Yesterday was Father's Day here in this land. It is not Father's Day in places where it doesn't count. I have no idea why there are differences. Everyone can agree on Mother's Day but they don't seem to be able to get together on one Father's Day. Conspiracy for sure.

They took me to Pepe's. It is supposed to be the only true Tex-Mex place around here and I have always wanted to go. We never have because they want a bunch of money for something that should be half the price. And most Austrians think Guzman and Gomez is a Tex-Mex place. Think Chipotles, although I have never been to Chipotles. Basically burritos, so it is kind of tex-mex but not really. No refried beans or chips and salsa, just over-stuffed burritos. I like GYG, but I don't think it is Mexican.

Pepe's was Tex-Mex. All the normal stuff you would find there. It is just way oversized. Maeghan had a chimichanga the size of her plate. Huge thing, with rice and some kind of carrot onion salad. Everything had the salad on it. It was not very good but her chimichanga looked good.

William had nachos, or as a continuing complaint from me, what passes for nachos for the past 30 or 40 years. I won't go into it, but pouring cheese sauce over chips and piling other stuff on top of that is not a nacho, but that would take me too long to explain so let's just say, he had chicken nachos with nothing else on it. It comes with hot sauce, but he said he didn't want it. It looked ok but could have used the sauce and maybe some onion or beans or something else, but that is how William eats. No vegetables, no sauce, no anything. 

Juanita had a seafood burrito, with no sauce on it. Just some melted cheese. I didn't get to see a lot of it but she only ate the inside with the seafood, shrimp, scallops, maybe some crab. I am not sure. It also came with the salad and rice and re-fried beans. She only ate the seafood and offered me the beans and rice. I would have eaten them but now we come to my plate.

I ordered the enchiladas. The normal order for enchiladas is one enchilada, rice, beans and salad. Your choice of chicken, beef or re-fried beans. Re-fried beans seem a bit strange, I would have preferred cheese, but it was not on offer. Thinking one enchilada was kind of stingy, I went for the double order, my choice of two enchiladas. I ordered one beef and on bean. I still thought that would not be enough, so I ordered stuffed jalapenos as well.

First, the plate wasn't that huge, but it was large. It was more of a shallow bowl than it was a plate. And if was completely full. I had the salad on one side, the enchiladas in the middle and rice on the other side. all covered with some type of enchilada sauce. I say enchilada sauce, but it appeared it was the same sauce for all dishes. Everything they brought to us and other tables was covered in it. I had basically what I thought was a bowl of it, covered in cheese. 

I started with the rice, but I like to have my beans and rice together, but I could not find the beans on my plate. I did notice I had three enchiladas but thought that was a good thing, so I didn't mention it to anyone. I did take some beans off of Juanita's place and had it with my rice. I then started in on the enchiladas. I started with the one near the rice. I noticed it was all beef, nothing else. Barely even a tortilla. Lots and lots of beef. I decided to try the other enchilada. It must be said that at this time, I did not know there were three. I just thought they were really big. I mean really, really big. And, by the way, the salad stuff was on that side and I did not like it. It is not that I didn't like it, but the carrots were raw and very hard. Kind of a sharp contrast to everything else on the plate and I ended up just pushing them to the side.

When I tried what I thought was the second burrito, it was full of beans. More beans than there was meat in the other one. A lot of beans. And you could kind of tell there was a tortilla there, mainly because part of it did not have sauce on it so it wasn't overcooked to non-existence. I ate a few bites of that one and then tried one of the jalapeno poppers. The popper did not have a lot of taste and very little jalapeno taste, but it wasn't bad, just kind of bland. Maeghan had a couple of them, but I could not convince Juanita or William to even try it, even though it was basically capsicum and not jalapeno. 

At this point, I still had not discovered the beans that was supposed to come with my meal. I wasn't troubled by it as the enchilada had enough beans in it to cover for the lack of separate beans on the plate. I then tried the middle part of the plate, thinking that must be where the beans were. It turns out, this was a second bean enchilada. Full of re-fried beans. Two giant enchiladas full of beans. I never went back to Juanita's beans. 

Everything was good, if not outstanding, but better than anything I had had in Austria. By the way, it is a running joke that I make that any time I refer to Australia, I say Austria and I say Austian instead of Australian. It is something I have done with the kids for years and I now do it without thinking, which on occasion, gets me in trouble with real Australians as they don't see the humor. Funny to me, probably not to anyone else. But back to the meal.

It was good. I liked the beef, the sauce was ok, the rice was authentic and the beans could have used a bit more flavor or even salt, but they were good enough. The fact that I had a lot of beans did bring me to the last point. I could not finish the plate. It was too much food. I can eat a lot of food, but this was just overwhelming. I left probably a full enchilada on the plate. It was part of two of the bean ones, but together, they made almost a full enchilada.

This is apparently the reason for the high prices. The meals are huge. Maeghan had trouble finishing hers, Juanita barely ate any of hers but that is another story for another time and William did eat all of his but he hardly had anything left after he took all the good parts off his order so there wasn't that much to eat to begin with. I was stuffed. Too much food. Everyone else had finished a full 15 minutes before I finally gave up and said I could not eat anymore. Maybe it was me getting old and not eating as much or maybe it was the entire meal, but it defeated me to finish it. Juanita said she was proud of me for getting as far as I did, or actually, she was proud of me for not being able to eat it all because she said in the past, I would have no trouble eating all of that and then ordering dessert. William did want dessert but none of the rest of us wanted anything so we didn't order it.

And it was good. Not the best, but what can you expect, we do live in Austria. It was still expensive, but it might have been worth it. Maybe next time, order the single enchilada and some smaller things, but I enjoyed it. I am glad we went or glad they took me there. I don't think it was because it was Father's Day, but the place was packed. Completely full, with people waiting outside, and this was at noon for lunch. I can't imagine what it might have been like later. Maeghan had made reservations for us, so we went right in, but as we were the second ones in, by the time we ordered, every table was full. 

We will have to think about going again, but maybe. They could use some advice on spicing but good, basic Tex-Mex if I get the craving again.

Now that this entry is much longer than it should be and most of it was about me and what I ate, I will have to go. Lots of stories and lots of tales for you amusement, but some other time. 

Until next time.

Later

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 I have noticed that these entries seem to be longer than I think they are when I am typing. I thought I was typing short or medium entries, but these seem to go on for a while. I will have to learn to shorten them up so I can get more entries into the blog. Now that I am typing on some kind of regular basis, it would be nice if there were more to show for it. 

I am back at work, typing when I am supposed to be working. Not for long though. Once again, I cannot type because I cut my finger. I suppose no one knows about when I cut my finger before. I might relate that story sometime soon. Thought for a while I had cut it off, but no, just the tip and it is not even noticeable now. Yesterday, or maybe the day before, I cut a different finger and I have a large bandage on it that makes it hard to type. In fact, it is getting so bad that I have to end this for now. At first, it was going ok, but as I type more, I am typing faster and making more mistakes. Then having to go back and correct them. So, frustration being my middle name, I am going to leave it until I get home to take the bandage off. I was going to do it today, but it started bleeding again and I did not want it bleeding at work, so I left it. The bandage is all red and full of blood but I just tell them that is the color of the bandage. 

So it's tata for now, or at least until you read the next sentence. 

I am back, two days later. I have been reading the old blogs again. I cannot imagine how frustrating that is for people who are just reading them for the first time, if there are any of those people. So many typos, mis-spellings, wrong words, and bad grammar, it is barely legible for me to read them. I think I am going to make a project of going back and fixing all the issues. Probably a life long endeavour, but re-reading them, it is really bad. Someone should have mentioned it. 

What that also means is I might be slack in creating new entries. I hope not. It is fun and these are probably not any better than the old ones, so it is a never ending cycle of going back and fixing the old problems. But I think it has to be done. I will get to it some day.

For a bit of fresh news for those who are just joining us, I will try to think of something. It has been a few years and I need to catch up. Lot's of things to talk about. I think the main problem is going to be where to start. I have no idea. I will start with the present and try to remember things to type as I go. There are birds gathering outside my door and that usually means there is food out there. They will sometimes wander in to this room and I have to go chase them out. For now, I am keeping an eye on them. I can't see the floor out there, only the railing where they are sitting. A tangent for sure.

Did anyone notice there are pictures on the new entries. Probably not since you are reading them now and the pictures will already be there. I think I have decided to keep the pictures. It just did not look right. But, to solve the no pictures available on the work laptop, I am going to write these and then put the pictures in when I find the time at home. That way, I have access to more pictures. I think it is a good plan. Keeps me from having to type these on William's new keyboard and I get more recent pictures in place. Not that there seems to be a lot. We stopped taking pictures like we used to, or I did. I think Maeghan has a lot of pictures but she has a lot of pictures from her friends and her life. Not a lot of her and William. They probably won't do me a lot of good. I will follow through with it the best I can.

In the interest of keeping these short, I am going to leave this entry without saying anything. I think that might be a trend I will start. Lots of entries but no real information. Probably a bad idea, but for now, I am going back to start the revisions on the old entries to make them more readable instead of continuing to write filler. I always try to write things when I remember them, but it never seems to work out that way. Maybe I will try to writing myself notes again. That worked once, a long time ago. Being half way to senility, it is hard to keep a train of thought for any length of time. I will just remain crazy end eccentric and hope all goes well.

Until next time,

Later

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William

I’m trying to type this on my phone, which means one finger typing. I’m sure I will get tired of this very soon, but right now, I am sitting in a coffee shop in the shopping center waiting for Juanita to return. So, I have some time.

I wanted to tell the scariest story from William’s past, one that still haunts me to this day. I’m hoping he reads it someday so he can understand the abundance of caution I always have for what he does. I don’t say he needs the concern, but I wish he understood where it comes from.

William has always been a little reckless. Not that he thinks so, but I feel he sometimes does things, and probably more than sometimes, without thinking it through. He just reacts or acts without thinking. I know, just a typical boy, but there was one occasion that brings me nightmares and I can’t stop thinking about it when he does some of the things he does.

Don’t get me wrong, William is a very levelheaded, cautious kid and I think the acting without thinking might turn into a strength as he gets older. But for me, he is still that little boy who scarred me for life. Not really his fault, it’s more about me, I just want him to understand why.

And since I cannot see what I am typing on my phone because of the limited real estate, I am going to have to stop before it drives me any crazier. I’ll get back to it as soon as I can. It’s not like I will forget the incident that happened, but I will have to tell it later. 

Of course, I am assuming I have never told it before. The issue is, I think I have told some things in here but as I am rereading them, I see some things that are missing well after when they should have been reported so my memory seems to have failed. Maybe I said this exact same thing in an entry but for now, I will type it again. I am only up to William being about one and this took place when he was about five or six. He can't really be held accountable for it, but it is a defining point for my life.

But now I have typed more and still can’t see what I have typed, so I am leaving it for now.

I am back. I am sure you missed me more than I missed you. No, that's not right. Take that, reverse it, now we are good. And by the way, I hate doing this on my home computer. William got a new keyboard and mouse. He uses the computer the most and he thought I would like it, but I do not like this keyboard. The keys are small, raised too much and have too much give. I like bigger keys, something you can't get anymore, not as much play, and since the keyboard it lighted from below, I can't see what each key is, so I have to rely on touch and experience to actually type with any speed or accuracy. A tough call. He thought I would like it and did it for me, but until he reads this, he will not know that I don't really like it, to the point that I might go get the old keyboard, which also has small keys but is a bit flatter and easier to see and touch type on. But on with the show.

We were living in Tasmania at the time. Not together, but next door to each other. A long story I will not go into. We were getting ready to go somewhere and my car was parked across the street; I have no idea why. We went out to the busy road and were waiting for traffic to clear so we could cross.

As we were about to cross, a big truck was coming. I wasn't really paying attention, just waiting for the truck. Maeghan, and I do not blame Maeghan for anything, was arguing with William about who was going to sit where. I have no idea why that was happening as they both always sat in the same seats each time. Probably something I am misremembering again.

William was getting ready to cross, Maeghan was waiting with me. I think William looked away for a minute, and Maeghan said it's clear and acted like she was going to start running. William didn't even look, just turned and started to run. The truck was just about upon us. Juanita was standing beside William. I don't know how, but as William started to take off, Juanita grabbed his arm and stopped him. I have no idea how she did that or how she reacted so quickly and it has never really been made a big deal in the family. But I remember it. I can see it in slow motion when I close my eyes. I can see it in my dreams sometimes. I get very, very upset each time. But I hide it from everyone.

I know, if Juanita had not grabbed him, he would have been right in front of that truck. If he had not been killed by it, he would have been severely hurt, to the point that he might have been permanently disabled. Speculation on my part, but I think he would have been killed. It haunts me all time.

I know, it was an isolated incident. It should not bother me so much. But when I see William about to do something without thinking about it, I am reminded of that time. I am reminded, that there was once a time when he would have acted and the consequences would have been the worst thing that could ever happen.

So, William, I sometimes get upset with you. I sometimes am harsher than I should be and I do not always support you like I should. But that scares me. I am afraid and I do not know how to handle it and sometimes I do not know how to advise you or make things easier for you other than to say no or yell at you for doing what I think might be a stupid thing to do. Because I see the worst moment I have ever experienced with you flash before my eyes and I just want to stop it from happening again. It is not your fault. You may or may not be doing anything wrong. I try to believe you have thought through whatever you are doing and have made the best choice you know how to make. Right or wrong, you know what you are doing, even if I don't recognize it. I support you, but I am scared. Scared for my little boy who I almost lost because of a stupid mistake. I don't want that to happen.

I want to be proud of you. I am proud of you. I see a good person turning into a good man. I see you learn from your mistakes and take actions that are good and helpful to others. Please forgive me. I just want to make sure you think about what it is you are doing or want to do, and then do them to the best of your ability.

I love you William.

And now that I have made myself cry again, why do I keep doing that, I will let this entry go. Until I find a better way to type on this keyboard, I guess I am stuck with doing this at work. I will give it another try, but this is not helpful. It is hard to type. But until next time.

Later