Rural Rounds

Sometime Friday, July 21, 2006 "Hey James, it's your mother" "Hey mom." "Your dad was told by work he has to go to Conneticutt on Sunday for two weeks on business...come down this evening so you can go golfing and boating all tomorrow instead." 6:00 p.m. Friday, July 21, 2006 "Alright Tyler, I think I'm headed out. I'll be home Monday sometime." "Alright, see ya bro, have a good weekend." 12:32 p.m., Saturday, July 22, 2006 "Hey James, this is John Drage....call me back." I had been out golfing that morning with my dad and younger brother. On the way home my phone rang at least once, but I decided not to pull it from my pocket since I was driving and I thought it was likely someone from Columbia , where I wasn't currently at. Once home I listened to the message. I still didn't suspect anything beyond that John wanted to talk about something (I thought possibly fall canvas group stuff). I called him back aro...

I'm in a halt with research lately, since there are no more subjects I can currently gather data on. Why is that bad? Because I start class in the second week of August, and because I'm not even halfway to finished with this research project. Why can't my research move forward? It's because the billing department's wonderful worker who's been helping us has not been able to find subjects using the search method she is employing. Also, she's a tad slow in getting work done and to us in a timely manner. In other news, my grandparents came to visit on Friday of last week. I love my grandparents with a passion. Age has definately awarded them wisdom. It has also awarded them humor. The highlights: Grandma: "Want to go in that Lakota place and get some coffee?" Grandpa: "We can't go in there, we're not carrying laptops!" "Those fancy coffeeshops don't have senior coffee. I can get one for $.50 at McDonald's" - Grandpa...

Here we are. The very first works of James: artist, future doctor, gardener, superman (maybe that last part is an exaggeration).