Wednesday, November 02, 2005

You're right, too long since the last post.

Gee, finally getting to my email and what do I see? Mom, chastising me for not posting often enough. She's right!!! Thank you, Mother :)

Nick is into his own life now. We had a wonderful visit with him during Basic Training Graduation. He was so excited to be able to buy things with money he earned that he picked up a new CD player and a PSP, which is a cool little gadget. He's off to Fort Gordon for 29 weeks of Advanced Individual Training (AIT) in his field: signal networks, aka communications. He'll be one of the guys who supports the communications gear, the signal for walkie-talkies, wireless data transmission, satellite communicates, stuff like that. For those who understand the MOS system, he's in 25U. Here's a link that describes those duties: Fort Gordon is located on the Georgia/South Carolina border, it's the gray smudge just outside of Augusta. I-20 is the freeway that rolls by. If he golfed, he'd be in hog heaven. Who knows? Maybe he'll learn? Nah, won't happen; no joysticks involved.

He called this weekend to say he'd be home for Christmas for two weeks. He bought his plane ticket today and couldn't wait to tell us! I'll share his mailing address when I receive it later this week. His friend, Nick (a.k.a. Redgate Nick), moved a few blocks away and is within easy walking distance and he's excited about that. Redgate Nick got him his first job at Luna Maya Restaurant. Our Nick has since left, but Redgate Nick is head chef now and he's so thrilled and scared. He is "Redgate Nick" because he lived on Redgate Avenue and we kept getting confused - the possessive pronouns didn't always point to the right character, and otherwise it's just awkward to say or write. We have to call him Michigan Nick now, though, because he lives on Michigan Ave. Which doesn't make sense in Colonial Place where the streets are named after the first thirteen and a couple of important sea captains, of whom Michigan was not one, I'm sure. I don't think we'll really be able to break the habit of calling him Redgate Nick, though, because we've been doing that for a few years now. He shall always be...Redgate Nick.

My management changed at work so I have a new boss who has been keeping me really busy. He's an entirely different character than my former boss and that's mostly a good thing but he has pretty high expectations that are welcome but we're out of practice. I'm having a blast with my photography and I'm getting better but I'm behind on scanning and sharing so I hope to catch up on that this weekend.

Kent is involved in a local production of Don Quixote, abridged. It's supposed to be an "artistic interpretation" of the traditional story that the director was writing at the time of the first rehearsal; Kent isn't so keen on the interpretation. A Don Quixote scholar, in Germany, is long-distance coaching the director and reviewing the script as it's being written. Kent is in a supporting role (a good thing since he's still working on his Master's degree). Rehearsals are most nights and the show opens the week before Thanksgiving. School is mostly interesting but the fun part is some robotics activity that Kent is involved in. I don't understand all the details but when I do I'll share!

Patrick is rowing six days a week: qualifying for his first level of master skuller (or whatever it's called) in a single, coxing for the women's eight on Saturday's for Hampton Roads Rowing Club, weekdays rowing with Maury High School's men's four because Norview High, where he attends, doesn't have a rowing club, and having fun little races with his coach, James. He's really hooked on this stuff, is exhausted by 7:30pm, and has a permanent sparkle in his eyes. I'm pretty sure that last is because of the rowing, as opposed to drugs. He doesn't have time for them! Last weekend was the big fall race, Head of the Lafayette. I have video, I'm editing, I will share.

That's it on the home front, and I promised Mom I'd post this last night which I didn't so I will this morning and hope she'll forgive me :)

Oh ya. Here's another photo from Fort Benning. Apparently some French battalion had as their maschot a dachsund. "We're so confident in our manhood we'll have little dachshund as our maschot and display him with pride!" (You must, must say this with a Frenglish accent, please.)


  1. This post was definitely worth waiting for! All the information a Mom and Grandma could want! Sounds like Patrick is super hooked on rowing and that sparkle is probably endorphins, because rowing as much as he is will get him lots of them! It's nice that Nick has an old friend close by to keep him on the straight and narrow and it also sounds like he'll be learning good things that will translate to the Real World someday. I am very proud of both of them and proud of you for being their Mom!

  2. I don't know if Redgate Nick will keep him on the straight and narrow, but they'll have fun together for sure. In fact, it's my Nick who will keep himself on the straight and narrow!

    I just love that dachshund mascot on the memorial.

  3. Well, at Fort Gordon, your son is just a few miles from where my family used to live (and a few still do) near Edgefield, SC, just across the river from Augusta. They settled there in 1767 and my branch of the family left in 1807 and slowly drifted westward till they landed in Oregon sixty-seven years later (1874). My sister Doris moved to Warner-Robbins, GA, for about three years and has since moved back to Bremerton. While she was there, she visited a distant cousin (Sam Morgan) who still lived in Edgefield. He's a cousin with a connection seven generations back.

  4. It's such a small world. Kent's mother is in Sumter, SC and Kent was born in Warner-Robbins, GA. And somehow we all landed in Bremerton. Mom's maternal side of the family started in Massachusetts in 1650-ish when one of the Ranney's move from Scotland, then generation by generation slowly migrated west. Mom's was the first generation to grow up in Washington. I haven't figured out Dad's side yet. Mom's been telling me a little of your exploits with archeology and I like how you've gone from digging bones to digging ancestors. Very nice :)