OK, I’ve just identified myself as a geek. I’ve opened up my keyboard to update this blog in a pancake house in Myrtle Beach.
September just disappeared on me. It marked the start of Furman football games, cooler temperatures, awful new TV shows, and a deluge of leaves. We still haven’t gotten everything thing cleaned up from last year.
Having skipped an entire month, I’ll just hit the highlights. Chip and Anna moved into their new house. It’s huge. As one might imagine, Chip has it wired as a technological wonder, while Anna, has decorated to the hilt.
Furman football is off to a good start, with the team playing erratically, but winning. Even though they didn’t beat Clemson, they had the best showing against them in years. I’ve even started posting to the UFFP again. I guess I’ll just ignore the political idiots.
Still no church, after 14 weeks. It’s just too easy NOT to go.
I finally got my Yamaha S90. 88 keys, weighted action, and more sounds than I’ll ever need. Right now I can’t it to talk to the computer correctly, but I’m sure that will be fixed eventually.
We had raccons in the house. Laura was grading papers, and heard a noise. The next thing we know, there is a mama coon with four babies in our kitchen eating the cat food. They didn’t even budge after we made noise. I got a hiking stick and started threating. The babies left, but the mama didn’t move until I catually poked her. The expression on her face seemed to say, “You invited me in and fed me, and now you’re hitting me??”
But I guess the main reason September disappeared is because of work. With computer deliveries and mis-deliveries, training for various software packages, and planning for tech proficiency, I’ve hardly been in my office.
In addition to leaves , the end of September brings EdTech, which is why I’m in Myrtle Beach. Even thought I’m typing on a Palm in a restaurant, I’m not the biggest geek here. Some of my colleagues were raving about the free broadband access at the conference hotel. My reply was, “Hmm, broadband vs oceanfront room? I don’t think there’s a contest.”
I hate Myrtle Beach. It’s the armpit of the state. As far as I can see, there is absolutely no redeeming quality, except for good seafood. But then again, I’m trying to lose weight, so that eliminates that positive.
To top it off, it’s Bike Week here. I’ve seen more Harleys and Harley merchandise in one place than should be allowed by law. Of course, there has been every type of black leather attire imaginable. One other weird thing – out on the street the bikers have set up lawn chairs facing the street. They sit out there all day drinking beer and watching the bikes go by. Speaking of which, I left the afternoon sessions early, hoping to get in a quick nap. I opened my window to listen to the ocean, but only heard the potato-potato of straight pipes.
One good thing about being at the beach during Bike Week – you don’t have to worry about your physique as much. I’ve never seen so many amazing beer bellies in one place – and that was just the women!