Father Luke's Bahlawg

Sitting in the garage, working on my taxes, and looking into what I need to do to replace my Taxi Permit which seems to be misplaced (25 dollar replacement fee — which is okay, because then I get to take another picture, at least… at least I think I get to take another picture), I’m hearing Mrs. Ferguson. She is the downstairs neighbor upset that we have children.  I’m wondering if driving a cab would be more profitable than driving for a medical transportation company. I love my boss, and the job is great, but it’s been a few days, and business is business. And is a taxi more profitable?

Yesterday, Jenifer and I watched 2012; she’d seen the movie and dozed on the sofa in my lap as I, who had never seen it, fell asleep, too.

My job is on hiatus as my boss works out some insurance problems — about 15 companies in the medical transportation business in Portland Oregon have been suspended until they get this straightened out. Lots of money being lost, and lots of upset people.

It’s really cold. Rainy, wet, icy, and cold. But you know what? I love it. Not so much the cold. But all in all, I enjoy that winter is not just another set of months, but rather a definite season.

Whatever. 2-27-11 meant the kids came back from their dad’s place, and we all had turkey chicken burgers (Carter doesn’t like turkey burgers, but he doesn’t mind chicken burgers). The kids played Wii and X-Box — Jenifer and I settled into our day.

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And thanks.

Okay,
Father Luke
Still alive in Portland, Oregon

Jenifer and I had a real good day today. We went out for our favorite dinner, Sushi at Sushi Train. Not the real name of the place, but it’s what we call the place. They have a train that goes around with sushi on plates on the empty train cars.

We began our search for promise rings. We both want to get married. And to one another. So, we want to get each other rings that promise we will get married to one another. It’s another way of linking ourselves to one another. We really like each other, and sometimes it even shows. We want reminders during the day of how much we mean to one another through the shit storm each day can bring.

Oh. And Jenifer got me a hair cut as a present. Nice. No one has to sweep up the hair.

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And thanks.

Okay,
Father Luke
Still alive in Portland, Oregon

Welcome to a brand new year.