For a long number of months I have awaited a court up north deciding what my fate will be and how many years prison will have me as a guest or the public will have me on record in the worst possible way. This awful event comes to a close at the end of this month, at least as far as my influence is concerned. Awaiting in N.C. this tsunami of gross, Stanford and I are entertained by my younger siblings and one of us is cuddled and cared for when I am away.
Recently, I got myself a management-like position in a new restaurant name of V.J. Cappo's. It is run by a family of five; the talent is in the parents. The children are trying to make a place for themselves with the implied and actual consent of their folks, but it does not seem cohesive or sensible to run it this way. Bartending and serving guests in their establishment means I must train the FOH staff to be more responsible and see the place as a whole. Being useful is fun and I am being as useful as I can to the ones who care to learn from my experience.
The temperature reaches the mid-nineties every day, causing everyone to melt in the heat, especially this guy and his below-zero dog-coat dog. Shedding him every single day for a week has reduced his coat by about half.
It is nice going to the Crossfit in Mooresville as it gives me a chance to be a part of a group and do some learning and growing. Hard workouts every single time. Most scare the bejesus out of me and the owners keep it interesting and friendly. Dad called CF a 'ponzi scheme' and won't pay for Leon to attend the six-week summer boot camp; we came up with a way to pay for him to go and it starts next week. I am probably more excited than he is on this count. So proud, am i.
We play guitars every day, keeping ourselves occupied on the third floor of a house which is kept, by its master, at varying degrees of cool, the top-most being least of all by a three degree increment with the ones below. Seventy-eight degrees at night means that none of us up here sleep well, and Raizel asks me every night for insomnia pills (they're herbal). Leon changes the temperature more often than i, and when dad hears the machine kicking in and making it too comfortable up here, he stomps up the stairs and yells. The saddest part for me is to hear from himself how his own mother, a figure-head the kids do not have access to, used to make him a steak and four sandwiches every day after school. nothing like that happens here, so cereal and cookies take the place of real food with love and time invested. it is my self-appointed duty to improve the food that is here and make Leon lunches as he likes to bring his own from home. Oh, we're happy together, and we want to stay together and start a business. whatever will that be? Food, fitness or fashion?
Recently, I got myself a management-like position in a new restaurant name of V.J. Cappo's. It is run by a family of five; the talent is in the parents. The children are trying to make a place for themselves with the implied and actual consent of their folks, but it does not seem cohesive or sensible to run it this way. Bartending and serving guests in their establishment means I must train the FOH staff to be more responsible and see the place as a whole. Being useful is fun and I am being as useful as I can to the ones who care to learn from my experience.
The temperature reaches the mid-nineties every day, causing everyone to melt in the heat, especially this guy and his below-zero dog-coat dog. Shedding him every single day for a week has reduced his coat by about half.
It is nice going to the Crossfit in Mooresville as it gives me a chance to be a part of a group and do some learning and growing. Hard workouts every single time. Most scare the bejesus out of me and the owners keep it interesting and friendly. Dad called CF a 'ponzi scheme' and won't pay for Leon to attend the six-week summer boot camp; we came up with a way to pay for him to go and it starts next week. I am probably more excited than he is on this count. So proud, am i.
We play guitars every day, keeping ourselves occupied on the third floor of a house which is kept, by its master, at varying degrees of cool, the top-most being least of all by a three degree increment with the ones below. Seventy-eight degrees at night means that none of us up here sleep well, and Raizel asks me every night for insomnia pills (they're herbal). Leon changes the temperature more often than i, and when dad hears the machine kicking in and making it too comfortable up here, he stomps up the stairs and yells. The saddest part for me is to hear from himself how his own mother, a figure-head the kids do not have access to, used to make him a steak and four sandwiches every day after school. nothing like that happens here, so cereal and cookies take the place of real food with love and time invested. it is my self-appointed duty to improve the food that is here and make Leon lunches as he likes to bring his own from home. Oh, we're happy together, and we want to stay together and start a business. whatever will that be? Food, fitness or fashion?
