A random thought I had this morning: There are a lot of trucks that idle in our development.
I woke up this morning to the sound of, well, I don't know what kind of truck. Whatever it was, it was making some grinding motory racket outside at 6am.
I'm down this rabbit hole.
My business debit card has expired. I have purposefully allowed this to happen so that I can close the account. The services that are still attached to it and that I want to keep alive need to be moved to a new account. One of those services is web hosting.
Soccer is upon us again, and I'm coaching Abby's team. This year, I've decided to sign up as head coach, which is a big step in my head, but probably not much more than I've done in previous seasons. Conceptually, I wanted to be able to run practices and games in a way I see fit. It's not that prior coaches didn't do a good job - we took the field - just that I have some changes in mind for how to run things.
This season we'll be using incentives for the players on the field. I've acquired a bunch of little soccer ball patches to give out to the kids that perform well at practice and games. I hope this will give them some incentive to do their best, whereas in seasons past, I feel like they haven't all given their best effort for lack of it feeling like it meant much to participate.
This year I've bought into a season ticket package with some other guys to go to Philadelphia Eagles football games. I went to a couple of games last year with them, and it was a good time, so I was enthusiastic when they offered the opportunity to join them for the rest of the season.
As part of the season ticket package, there are tickets to home pre-season games. Typically these games are on Thursday night, which makes them difficult to schedule to attend. Combined with the fact that the big name players don't play, there isn't a big demand in our group for these tickets. As a result, I requested all four of our tickets for the Jets game, and took Berta and the kids.
It's odd how memory works, isn't it?
When the kids started school this week, I was trying to remember my classes and teachers from 8th grade. I didn't expect to remember the teachers' names, but I expected to remember what courses I had; like, what I learned in math that year. I could not.