Vince back from camp.

Vince spent a week at American University going to computer camp.  He managed to convince 7 of his pals to join him, so camp was like a big 5 day sleepover with his best friends.

Here’s his counselor, Scoop.  They all have clever nicknames, so Scoop’s real name is forgotten.

Two of his pals – Owen and Bryson.

They signed up for movie making.  I’m hoping to post some of the movies on the blog soon.  His counselor spent a minute talking about special qualities of each kid at the closing presentation, so this was Vince’s.

Photographer for hire.

Every few months, Jeremy asks me to take some photographs for some work thing.  They are very strange photo assignments – sometimes involving our minivan, other times involving Elizabeth Warren.  Yesterday’s assignment was taking photos involving ice cream and an electric vehicle charger.

Edda was not impressed.

We ordered so much ice cream that it wasn’t necessary to have dinner afterwards.  This electric chargine station is located a two minute walk from the house.

Injuries.

Jeremy bought a new bike on Saturday. On Sunday, he flipped himself over the handlebars, chest-first into a creek.  Got a bunch of cuts all up and down his front and his arm.   Really?  That quickly?  He’s fine.  Thank goodness.

Our Farm

This July 4th long weekend, I am in town with Rena.  On July 4th, we decided to go to our farm and see our neighbors there.

One of our neighbors, while working in a local grocery store, he raises a lot chicken, ducks, etc.  We bought three dozens of eggs from him.  Besides, he would like to give us a frozen chicken of his own.  We decides to pay him.  Two large bags of frozen chickens, only $10.00 dollars total.

The other neighbor in front us is retired with his wife.  They have a log house which is pretty modern.  The other neighbor at back raises turkeys for big cooperations.  He just raises them for several days in between. I guess in the mid life of a turkey.  His turkey barn can’t be accessed by ordinary people.  They must be sanitized beforehand.

We seldom see them.  But, our neighbors love to hunt in our farm in the fall with our permission.  I looked at those trees, they can be harvested at any time.  Probably will do that while I am retired.

Happy July 4th.

Bert bert.

Bert and I hung out a few days ago.  I want so much for him to like me.  I did manage to, after a three hour visit, convince him to hold my hand (really, my index finger) and walk around the house with me. Oh, he also did give me a few high-fives.  He was not keen on a piggy-back ride.  Maybe next time.

Celebrating July 4th

Rena and I decide to celebrating our July 4th holiday by visiting our farm.  Rena would like to harvest some matured trees there.  I have a kind of wait-and-see altitude.  Because with extra income of harvesting, it certainly will not help us on our bottom lines of taxing.

Btw, China is pretty bad as far as World Cup is concerned.  With so many people and so much resources, China can’t even produce a World Cup qualified team of dozens.  I believe they just got into once.

The real picture is with all this greed, corruption, fixing the game by players, coaches, organizers and gangs, etc.  I think they should fire every one involved right on the spot.  Strange enough, the government there can almost do everything that one can think of.  But, just can’t fix her foot ball problem.

Even more funny is that those teams get qualified, many of them are from under developed and developing world too.  There, government is in pretty bad shape too.  A huge excuse, may be, football genes are not in our blood 🙂

Oh, I remember one thing.  Once, my Dad questioned my poor score on math.  I, in turn, asked him about his math scores.  Guess what I got beat up pretty badly.  Luckily, it happened many years back.  Or, a child abuse case might be filed by those more modern folks.