When my Texas Daddy worked out in the yard, he did a heck of a lot more than mow the lawn. He'd haul a wheelbarrow full of rocks here; load a truck-full of wood there. He'd come in for lunch all sweaty & beat & the convo would go somethin' like this.
Me: "How're ya doin', Daddy?"
Him: "I'm tahred. Plum tuckered out."
Me: "Whatcha been doin', Daddy?"
Him: "Oh, just jackassin' a few things around the Back 40."
One of my favorite memories of my Dad was his diction. When he was jackassin', you knew more than just plain ol' hard work was involved.
I spent the better part of yesterday jackassin' yearbooks out in the Back 40 of Our Humble High School. The books...all 1,500 of them or so contained in about 100 boxes...have to get from storage to the Journalista Office. From there they get unpacked.
But that's for tomorrow, and the Yearbook Riot.
Yes, the kids do more than jostle when it's time to pick up their yearbooks after school. Your Humble Scribe has been physically assaulted (kid didn't get to walk at graduation), verbally mutilated (same, plus no Prom) and mentally abused (too many to punish) over all the years I've done this yearbook janx.
So tomorrow, which is on schedule to be the hottest & most humid of the year so far, will test my mettle once again. I wonder if things were more serene back in the Good Ol' Days? And, oh, clockwise from left: Mariah Carey, Sean P. Diddy Puff Daddy Combs, Barack Obama, Snoop Dogg, Brad Pitt, Madonna, Pamela Anderson & Bruce The Boss Springsteen.