I can't use Home without quotes because there is a Home, WA, and I don't live there, although I have been there. It's a nice, little community on Key Peninsula. If you're interested, check out the interesting Wiki entry on Home.

I'm home for only two days because, well, I was getting tired out there having to find a lab to have my blood tested. The last place was the county hospital in Rawlins, WY, because they don't have medical clinics. They're probably going to bill me a horrendous amount just because they're a hospital and everyone is now being billed extra for the new emergency room.

So, yesterday I did nothing.

Today, I was going to go fix my son's computer, but he told me his friend came over and determined the silly thing was a virus infected piece of toast. Well, his friend seems to know a bit more than the average person so we'll go with that and he gave my son one of his extra computers.

My son and I, also, decided that we'll try to scatter my mother's ashes on 9/20. I'm hoping for a sunny day as opposed to a cold, damp day. Stormy Mountain wasn't named that because it was a sunny, cloudless day when someone looked up that way and wondered what they'd name it.

The Adventures of Harold and Bernie

Harold wasn't a Harry. His father, mother, Uncle Harry, and numerous cousins tried to make him one, but he cried so much they simply gave up and called him Harold.

Bernie was Bernhardt after his maternal granduncle, but quickly became Bernie because kids laughed at him too much. They also laughed at him because of his lisp and the strange way he wiggled his butt when he walked. Bernie was a lonely child.

Harold went to a private school and graduated second in his class, which got him into a very prestigious, yet small, private college where he excelled to gradute, sadly again, second in his class. He went to a not so famous graduate school and became a CPA.

Bernie went to public school and was ridiculed for his lisp and wiggle. He was pounded regularly by less intelligent, but more physically dangerous classmates. For a time, his nickname was "Blackie" for an ever present black eye. He graduated somewhere near the top of his class and went to a state university where no one cared if he lisped or wiggled. His BS in Computer Science led to an MS.

Harold was hired by the most prestigious accounting firm in the city of his birth, even though he turned down numerous offers from around the country. When asked Harold would say, "I saw the world in college and was not impressed."

The very same prestigious accounting firm hired a headhunter to find Bernie. Some at the firm were a little put out by his lisp and wiggle, but he was the best at what he did and was willing to move to their city; famous for its seemingly perpetual gloom. So, who were they to complain? Complaints brought attention. They'd all worked happily in their little cubicles and added attention was the last thing any of them wanted. Besides, it was a little lisp and the wiggle wasn't that pronounced.

to be continued, maybe