Stuff you almost got to read
I always think of the end of the school year like a roller coaster: The closer you get to the end, the faster you go. I’ve had plenty to blog about during that time, just not enough time to get to it all. Here is a synopsis of what didn’t get posted:
- American Idol: David Cook was a good call, but any of the last three deserved to win. My only beef with AI this year is that dreadlocks boy should have gone a lot sooner than he did, and Carly should have been in the Final 4.
- Sturgeon fishing with my parents, sons, wife, and brother was incredible. We only landed one fish all day–a nice 55 incher caught by my dad–but we had a great time. Thanks mom and dad!
- I’m not really sold on Obama for President yet, but then again, I’m not really sold on anybody. McCain is just looking too much like same ol’ same ol’ these days.
One of the things I’d like to get done as we start this summer is pay a little more attention to this blog. I’m getting a little tired of the automatically-generated del.icio.us items, also. Here are some things I’ll be posting in the coming weeks:
- Worship confessional: After a few weeks off, I was back on keys again at church yesterday. If you’re in the habit of posting worship confessionals also, I’ll be around to visit yours soon.
- Newspaper column: I’ve been approached by the good folks of our local newspaper to do a semi-regular column. Details forthcoming.
- Professional directions: I’m just now completing my school administration credentials, but I’ll be staying on board as a counselor for at least one more year. I’m going to share some ideas for the next school year, particularly in the areas of student and staff leadership.
- My life: Crazy crazy crazy this last year. That’s all I’ve got to say about that.
Thanks for sticking with me on this thing. More to come.
Our local Starbucks crew was struggling to keep up with a moderate crowd of 3 or 4 this morning. The lady in front of me picked up her grande caramel macchiato and quickly made her way out the door. Thirty seconds later, a Starbucks worker put a similar drink out on the counter and called out “Grande caramel macchiato!”. I waited another five minutes for my own beverage while the macchiato sat there. When mine finally got up there, the lady handed me mine, looked at the other drink still sitting there, and called out again, “Grande caramel macchiato, please.” Trying to be helpful, I explained, “I think that might be a duplicate; the lady in front of me just took one out exactly like it.” She looked at me a little strangely. “Well,” she replied, “they all look the same.” I took my latte and headed out the door. I’m unsure as to the fate of the caramel macchiato. 
