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3/13/26

I did my presentation today. The school took about 25 minutes to get their equipment up and running. I was frustrated with myself afterwards. I kept saying UM! I hate that. I try to avoid that as much as possible and always evaluate how I did. Luckily I made up for it in laughs generated. I like the presentation to be a little entertaining since it is a boring topic.

I was glad it is Friday. I was over “it” today and unable to concentrate as well as I would have liked. The “it” was work. I do work more than required. Last night I was working in the waiting room as the tax guy did his thing. My brain said ENOUGH!

I laid out my clothes and toiletries that I will be taking to Grand Bahama. That was far more exciting than work. Paul and I will each take 2 carry on’s for the week. We have laundry at the house we are staying at.

I have a variety of snacks for us for the week as well.

Tomorrow morning is a lab morning with Ethan. Hoping everything looks ship shape on his labs.

Ethan, Paul and I had a brief meeting this morning to set up our goals for The Weeknd. Basically I wrote down all the things I needed them to do. Ethan has to file his taxes, Paul has to start packing (so I can make sure he can fit everything he wants to bring), some finance things for both men, etc…

This evening I started cracking the whip trying to get things done on the list. We did get one thing accomplished.

Ethan started chatting about his firework plan. Ethan has been researching and watching all sorts of video’s regarding fireworks. He decided last year that he will be making a lot of the fireworks. He will add the ingredients for the color, the noise, the falling display…

Ethan is a very cautious kid. He made some fireworks last year. They turned out great. We may be on an FBI watch list for explosives coming to the house, but you only live once right?

He does take after Papa and Paul with his engineering, creative brain. He is excited for the creation of a firework show for the shoreline this year.  

The poor shoreline dogs that don’t like loud noises.




 





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