By Mark Miner
About the last post: I really can't say anything except that I am sorry, I have to resize the picture again to fit, so if you get it again, I am not trying to creep you out.
Anyway...
Well, I'm married now. My wife is out with her 4H clogging friends tonight, so I post away while The Shins babble away in the background. It's a good way to be, married. So far it has been quite enjoyable. Not without its rough edges, as all things are, but quite a net positive.
We hired an electrical engineering intern at work a week ago today. He already quit. He had seemed like a nice guy. Oh well, better now than later when he can do harm.
I just picked up Graeme Goldsworthy's
According to Plan, an introductory work on biblical theology. It promises to be interesting. I think Matt got it for me at some point. Or maybe I got it because he had it. Je ne sais pas.
Phoenix is a little more empty these days, as my kinfolk's absence is felt. Another lady from our church also moved away. She had been an institution there. It is strange how empty a big city can feel. But my home is warm and full of life and hope and expectation. And wedding presents. And thank-you notes. And stuff. Much stuff.
We have 700 square feet of space in the apartment. We also have a concert grand harp, an upright piano, three guitars (two acoustic, one electric), two harmonicas (a third one in my truck), a Bb clarinet, and some furniture and things. I keep hoping for enough bonus at work so I can feel justified in buying Virginia an electric bass. We saw one in a music store on Saturday, a Peavy matte-finished wood bass with beautiful grain and inlay.
We didn't get drawn for deer this year, which is too bad. It does save me the headache of figuring out how to camp out of an apartment. Dove and quail will just have to keep me company until 2008, unless I go for javelina.
I just finished installing bed lifters on our Cal-King. They will enable us to comfortably stash a good bit of stuff under there. We actually got them in on Saturday, but when I subjected it to the ASTM D1985 Flinging Oneself Onto The Bed From Two Feet Away test, I punched through the middle-foot support. We got some small steel bracket plates from Home Depot to help distribute the load over the plastic supports. Which reminds me, I need to test again.
Pass. Goodnight.
