Without love,

life is a journey through a desert. John Miller

Saturday. (for lack of a better name for this post)

Posted by thesinger on May 5, 2007

But to really tell the story of today best, we will have to back up to the events of yesterday.

First of all, my sister and I were forced by the authorities to give the program at the 4-H Program last night. This wouldn’t be so bad except for the random fact that when you say something in public, you better have something prepared and practiced up because if you don’t, bad things might happen. So, I was forced to come home from school right away (and miss 45+ min. of basketball) just because I had to practice the program thingy. That gave me something to be bitter about. šŸ˜¦

Another thing that I had to do was be the president and chair the 4-H meeting. I am not the elected Pres. or even the elected Vice-Pres., but merely the Parliamentarian. (Both the Pres. and the Vice-Pres. were gone.) Chairing the meeting wasn’t a bad experience, but merely something else to do and when I have too many things to do at the same time or when I am behind schedule for anything, I can become very irate and tensed up.

After the meeting, I went over and joined Jacinda’s “Graduation” party. It was at the Partridge Grade school. The main attraction was the gym which is big enough to stretch two volleyball nets across it. The volleyball was surprisingly good even if the oldest player was 18 years of age. Good times. Good times.

I then went home and moved my sweaty, tired, and exhausted body into the shower which was an extremely refreshing experience. I then decided that since it was Friday night and that I could supposedly sleep late in the morning, I would read a book for a very long time. I did.

The main problem was that at 8:45 AM, Daddy comes into my room, wakes me from my deep sleep, and asks me the simple question, “Did you remember that you have to go to the Goat Tagging between eight and ten o’clock?” To say the least, I was rather disgusted at my forgetfulness. If I had remembered in the previous evening, I would not have read nearly as long into the night, and I would have woke up myself instead of making Daddy wake me up.

Anyway, the goat tagging was not a very painful experience (at least not for me šŸ˜‰ and took me about an hour from the time I woke up till the time I was at home again.

The next thing on the agenda was brunch. My dear Mom fixed up one of her wonderful Pancake and Sausage Gravy breakfasts which was a delightful dining experience. I made the amazing discovery that strawberries and maple syrup make a wonderful topping for a lonely pancake when it’s sitting there, just waiting for a hungry little boy to eat it up. šŸ™‚

Unfortunately, we have a tradition at my house that dictates that we have to work on Saturdays. Generally this work consists of yard work or washing vehicles. Today, it was composed of cleaning up a mess that had been created several Saturdays ago when we had replaced the roof on our garage. We basically had to sweep the garage out but while we were out there anyway, we did some general straightening up and sorting of accumulated junk.

At about 1:00 PM, I was in the mood to go join a football game that was supposed to start at 1:00. But, we weren’t completely finished with cleaning up the garage, so, I helped finish cleaning the garage and then went to join the game.

It was a fairly good game, even though there wasn’t exactly a surplus of guys. The largest the teams got were 5 against 4. I guess that is the way life is sometimes. šŸ˜¦

I came home and showered, because activities such as running around, tackling guys, and heaving an oblong ball around, all in semi-humid weather is something that can make a person very grimy. šŸ™‚

I then messed around with some car speakers that we found in the junk out in the garage. I soldered them to a headphone jack with hopes of using them as speakers for our desktop. Alas, it was not to be. (Btw, I really like that last phrase! Very poetic! Such sadness, such feeling!) In other words, they didn’t work. They did put out some sound but unfortunately it resembled the same kind of volume that most headphones can put out–not very much.

The main event of the evening was supper at the homeless shelter. Ok, so it’s not as bad it sounds, but it is what they call themselves. šŸ™‚ This homeless shelter consists mostly of the Joe Yoder residence. You may be wondering why in the world they open themselves up to the orphans in the community for Saturday evening pizza. I wish I knew as well. But I don’t. Or you may be wondering why in the world I am an orphan. Thankfully, I am only a weekend orphan because Mom, Dad, and Anja went to Copeland for the weekend. So, that is why I was at the homeless shelter for the evening.

On the way home, I was inspired to stop at a friends residence just for the kicks of it. So I did. Shane was the only dude at home, so we did some cutting of fat after which I came home and messed around on the computer and drooled over the sound system in the livingroom and wishing that it were in my room downstairs and have also been writing a mega-long post which has taken me about a very long time to compose.

I need to go. Thanks for listening to the weekend tales of a very busy junior in high school who loves his God, his friends, and also his blog. šŸ™‚ (The weekend should also have been in that list but I don’t feel like going back and adding it now.)

Peace out to all,



10 Responses to “Saturday. (for lack of a better name for this post)”

  1. Wow!! Quite the day!!!
    And you being an orphan reminds me that I have a modem and wifi card sitting here for them to take for Floyd. šŸ˜¦

  2. random thinker said

    feel the joy, feel the love, and I also feel the pain.

  3. mikey said

    Congrats on reaching and surpassing the 10000th lovely note!
    Actually singer, your Saturday would force me to the point
    of sheer exhaustion. Enjoy it while you can šŸ™‚

  4. thesinger said

    I AM enjoying my hectic life. šŸ™‚ FYI, I was sore for the next several days from the football game. . .

  5. em said

    hey u should post more pictures. i like when good photographers post lots of pictures..:)

  6. thesinger said

    k, I might have to do that sometime. . .

  7. elsalgal91 said

    bisht do still alive? after all, it’s been a week now…

  8. elsalgal91 said

    p.s. good point on the quote, austin!

  9. random thinker said

    um yeah, are you still alive, or did you take a trip to mars, well if you did then hope that you have a good one, but you should still post, I think you could get a signal up there šŸ™‚

  10. thesinger said

    well, seeing how this is the first time I hit the computer for today, yes, it might seem like I took a trip to Mars. šŸ˜€ But, in reality, I have been extremely busy with end of school kinds of things. . . So, maybe, if you’re lucky, I might post sometime this weekend. So, yeah, we also have the singing so, it may be that it won’t happen at all. . . šŸ˜¦

    Ah vell, SILWoutAW.


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