Blackberries Growing Wild

            To the best of my knowledge, nobody around here intentionally plants blackberries.

            They grow like weeds.  Most people don't seem to like them.  They're not attractive plants.

            When we first moved to Tri City, we would pick berries from an overgrown explosion down the street.  They were gone the following year.  But we did have the opportunity to hike our brown hill to get to them.

            But now we have an opportunity to reach the blackberry goodness without having to leave our yard or climb the hill

            They have come into our yard, I'm guessing by the wind.  They are starting to chock the life out of our poor fir tree

            But we like the fruit - though retrieving it is quite a chore as the plant is a very unfriendly one with thousands of thorns that guard the berries and will prick and scratch at you if you're not careful.

            Roland made a fabulous blackberry sauce.  Although it was intended as a syrup, its thickness is somewhere between syrup and jam.  We have used for both and I like it.   

            The shape of the  blackberry reminds me of the raspberry

            I used to love raspberries, but now prefer the taste of the blackberry.  I also like them better than blueberries or Oregon's own marionberry.  I cannot tell them apart by sight, but I can with my pallet.  I am not too impressed with the marionberries lack of flavor.

unless I am wrong and we have been eating marionberries all this time instead of blackberries - though I don't think so.  Someone had brought us a marionberry pie last Thanksgiving and the berries were not all that tasty.  I like the pies, cobblers, and syrups that Roland makes from the wild blackberries.  I don't like the summer brown.

        

             In addition to dry grass, we have Queen Anne's Lace popping up all over

            I would rather have lush and green.  It's nice when it rains.

Cruise to Alaska College Fjord

written on May 27, 1996

May 18  continued

We did get dinner.  We were (each group) greeted by a waiter who would take us to the next available table.  I don’t ever remember what we had – I know we sat clear at the end of the dining room, up, nowhere near a window.  I had hoped we’d be close to a window in the future.

There was a lifeboat drill – life jacket rather.  We were requested to meet in the show lounger and bring our life jackets so that we would know what to do in the event of an emergency.

 I saw more pursers, directors, and that sort of crew that night than I did for the entire rest of the trip.  I remember thinking one of the female crew members seemed rather curt and ornery – that was the only night I saw her –  during the demonstration of the life jacket.  I don’t even know what her position was.  She was wearing a full uniform . . .

Did we go to a show that night?  I think we did.  Yes. He was a comedian.  I didn’t find him very amusing.  I left before the show had ended.  I don’t recall whether mom and grandma stayed or if they went with me.  Or exactly where I had gone after I had left the show lounge. 

I know that the boat didn’t take off at its scheduled time.  Passengers were still arriving to Seward from Anchorage

When I returned to the cabin, one of the beds had been pulled from the ceiling and there was a ladder that went up to it.  What a chore.  My new bed for the next seven days.  What a trip.

May 19 Sunday

A newsletter called the Princess Patter outlined the agenda of daily activities.  I had wondered if there would be any kind of Church services.  And they were.  Holy Mass, they called it.  I figured it was for those Christens who felt the need to attend services for Sunday worship.  I had no way of knowing that Holy Mass was going to be an everyday occurrence.

We had gone on a self-guided tour of the boat.  When we got to the princess theatre, I could see the ministers upon the stage addressing their congregation.  When the congregation stood up to sing amazing grace, I decided that I would return to the cabin and read my scriptures – not that I got a whole lot out of them.  I did attempt it though.

Grandma went to the library and got herself a book.  I went outside and took several pictures of college fjords.  It wasn’t as exciting as I thought it would be.

I was thinking that we had met our dinner companions prior to the breakfast, but maybe not.  I got the eggs Florentine.  Sounded good, but they were actually kind of boring.  We had gone to see the Bridges of Madison County – I don’t know if we had gone before or after lunch – or if we had even eaten lunch that day.  I wrote that I had missed two mills [should be meals - I do know how to spell - I obviously had not communicated that to my pen] in the dining room.  I don’t know if we had gone to the café de sol for their interpretation of a snack before or after we had gone to the movie?

Anyway, after the movie let out, we noticed the movement on the boat - or at least I did.  The boat was going in one direction and my stomach was going in another.  Mom didn’t feel well either.  We had gone back to the cabin to lay down.

It was the captions welcome dinner.  We were supposed to dress up formally, so we all changed and made our way to the dining room and as we were waiting to get in, it dawned on all of us that none of us were hungry (that’s why I think maybe we did have the buffet snack) and so we decided to go see the early show instead.

We couldn’t find three seats together.  We were lucky just to find three seats.  We’d gone up to the balcony.  The show was fabulous.  The theme was called A Night On the town.  Dance periods introduced.  I like watching dance performance.  And the band was good, too.

There was a Name the Tune being played that night.  I had planned to go to it, but just didn’t feel well and went to bed.

The next morning, we went to breakfast.  Maybe that’s when I ordered eggs Florentine.  Or perhaps that is the morning I went with mom to the buffer and then with grandma to the dining room.  That’s probably what it was.  I didn’t really participate in the breakfast meal during the cruise.

I'd rather go to Disneyland

            We have tried saving up for a Disneyland vacation for the last three years - asking each of our children and my siblings to please save for October this year.  Each year we have dipped into our funds - not that we ever had enough to get us there.  Last year we had gone back to Utah for Jeanie's funeral.  Next year will be returning for a wedding between Biff and Clair.  I really would like to meet her and support Biff again.  But truth be known, I HATE weddings.  I'd much rather go to Disneyland.

            We used this year's tax refund to pay off bills, replenish our food storage and an excursion to Enchanted Forrest - though the latter was not necessary.  After struggling from paycheck to paycheck every month, sometimes you just feel that you need to do something so as not to go insane.  So after Jeanie's funeral, I changed the Disneyland excursion to next year.  I suppose if we were to save our tax refund and not touch it until September, we could do both . .. but we'll still have bills.  Still in need of new furniture.  I realize that Disneyland should not even be placed on the list of priorities - Disneyland is not a need whereas food and electricity are.

            I don't know when in September, but I would like to ask Kayla if our family can crash with her family for the length of time that we are there.  Maybe we can drive to Disneyland together (should we happen to be in that position)  I guess it's good to have a goal to shoot for - because even if we never obtain that goal, we have used the money for a more important purpose.  What dilemma.

Cruise to Alaska May 18, 1996

          I grabbed a notebook before we drove the girls to Coos Bay on Independence Day.  I figured I'd have thoughts which I would wish to write as they happened since my mind is not reliable at remembering anything less than a minute into the future.  I haven't quite slipped into being Dory as I am aware of what I've forgotten, but I seem to be getting close.

https://movies.disney.com/finding-dory

          After I had completed my thoughts, I turned the notebook to the front and found an entry I had created on May 27, 1996.  I was amused by much of what I had written and so thought I would share.

This font refers to what was written in 1996        and this font is my own commentary in the present.

  Originally, I thought I would start at the end of my trip and work my way back to the beginning – since the end was what happened most recently and I should remember it best.  But there’s still a lot that may never fall in order anyway.

 May 18 – Patrick drove mom and me to the airport.  He just dropped us off at the terminal and we walked in, checked in our baggage, and waited to board.      

We had a connecting flight in Seattle.  Grandma got off the plane to find us but got back on before we were called to start boarding. 

There are so Many people.  And everybody starts to cram in line.  And I’m thinking what’s the point?  I’m on vacation.  Relax.  We’ll get there eventually.  Let’s wait for the line to die. But then mom starts in with her paranoia because she knows grandma is going to worry. 

 So, let her worry.  That’s her problem.  We weren’t the first ones in line.  And there’s nothing we can do about that. 

I don’t know what grandma’s hurry was.  Old people are always in a hurry.  I am never going to get old.

[Though my body and mind seem to be aging in ways I seem unable to control, I am proud to say that I can still take my time; I believe in enjoying the journey and not focusing solely upon the destination.  I am in NO Hurray!]

After we arrived in Anchorage we were shuttled to a waiting area and spent a few minutes before being shuttled again – this time to a line – where we found our luggage and waited for our shuttles.

The driver of our bus had been in Anchorage only two days longer than we had – or was it one day.  I can’t remember.  I personally would never have admitted to that – it certainly didn’t seem to go over very well with many of the passengers.  They were so uptight anyway and her being “new” to the area didn’t ease their minds at all.

 Old bitty in the back of us talked loudly to her companion – perhaps subconsciously, or maybe it was for the driver’s benefit.  I wanted to turn around and smack her – of course, I never would.  But her negativity was rubbing off I guess you could say. 

 So, we’re on the highway going to Seward I took some pictures – not a log.  But a few.  I didn’t know we were going to stop – that ought to account for better pictures. 

[keep in mind that this was in a day before I had any kind of access to a digital camera.  I was using film and would not know the results of each picture that I took until the film was developed]

The broad [which I had spelled "braud"]behind us had seen it all – knew it like the back of her hand.  She couldn’t understand why we were stopping.  I wanted to tell her to shut up.  Of course, I didn’t.

We drove passed Turnagain Arm.  Our driver gave us a little history and told some bad jokes.  Several of the passengers were not amused.  A bunch of sour people in my opinion.  Even grandma was getting antsy and so of course mom was also.

https://www.cruisecritic.com/articles.cfm?ID=1236 (Train pic)

“Is this what the entire trip is going to be like?” I wondered.Once we arrived and got out with our luggage and worked our way up to the boat, we had to stand in yet another line while each group of people had their pictures taken for the embarkment. 

We were in B124 – perhaps we knew it was the Baja deck.  But I don’t think so.  I don’t remember anybody showing us how to get there.  I know we asked someone.  It was an awkward arrival.

Two Classes and the Writing Center

       Currently, I am taking two classes.  Neither is difficult, but both (especially accounting) are very time-consuming.  So time-consuming that I have been working on assignments or other class projects on Friday.  In the past, I have always had each of my projects completed before Friday, though sometimes I have taken time to review before sending on Friday morning.  This month I have not.

       The University offers an online writing center where students can submit their papers or make appointments to get feedback.  Thus far it's been a very devastating experience for me.  But then again, I haven't used for almost two years. It appears I had only used it three times the very year I started, and may not have used it at all, but it was required in one of the classes that I took.

       The idea is to get feedback on grammar, sentence structure, APA format and so forth.  It could be useful to me this mod if I could better plan for it.  As all assignments are due on Saturday and I often don't have my assignment finished until Friday and the center needs at least 48 hours to return, I have not gone with that option.  For the most part, having a friend read for me and give me instant feedback has been more beneficial.

       Turning an assignment is not a big deal.  The waiting might be, but it beats trying to keep an appointment that I was unable to get into because my connections wouldn't work.  The school may have improved the system, and I do have a laptop in which I was able to get on to blackboard without a major struggle.   Because of the trauma I had encountered, I never did bother with it again.

       However, this week I had actually completed the assignment for my Ethics class on Tuesday and so chose to turn it into the writing center for feedback and moved on to a more extended research and wordy assessment for my accounting class. The accounting essay has now been graded and I am still waiting for feedback on my Ethics assignment so I can get that turned in.

        I know that my paragraphs either need to be spread out into two or three while others should be combined.  If I don't receive feedback from the center by tomorrow, I will turn it in according to what I feel is best.  Thus far I have received full credit for what I've turned in. Grammarly doesn't always make accurate corrections on the entire spread, though it does seem to capture most of it -  a lot more than spell check.  But still . . .

The Sights and Sounds of Utah . . . NNNOOOOOO

          Corey has had to deal with the challenge of driving to work in Las Vegas construction or attempt to try and maneuver himself around it.  Ah, the good old days (not) of experiencing that very thing in Salt Lake.  I suppose Las Vegas and SLC can afford to put up detour signs - though it seems inconvenience - there is the option of using other streets.  Not so true in this part of Oregon.

          I told Corey that has been another plus to living here.  Sometimes I have noticed Roseburg streets seem at a shutdown, but here in Myrtle Creek, the road construction has generally been less than a week.  Cones go up, signs go up, but they either move down the road or else disappear altogether.

          There was the inconvenience of going South on Old Pacific during a few months last year, but hey, Old Pacific is a long road connecting Myrtle Creek to Tri-City and a way out to Riddle.  As inconvenient as it was for many, it did at least move.

          This year there has been construction on a neighborhood road leading out to Old Pacific.  The signs have moved - but seem to be making their way into the neighborhood rather than out of it.  Currently, there is the option of turning right instead of left and winding my way through the adjoining neighborhoods - but I prefer going to the light than around the neighborhood.  At the rate the signs are moving, it will be inconvenient to try to go either direction.

         

          The news forecast told about an expected heat wave for Roseburg.  No No No.  I want the temperatures for the past six weeks to continue.  Heatwave not welcome!  When Jenna and I passed the fire department this morning, we saw that the fire danger sign had been changed from moderate to high.  NOOOOO  

          The largest class in attendance to the water fitness last year had been 15 - or maybe 16 with the instructor.  On Friday we had 20 in attendance - our largest class yet.  And the pool was cold again.  Body heat does not penetrate in the water or else no one had any to give

          I haven't been to the pool for four days and my body has been rebelling as I haven't had a good workout.  I chose not to go on Monday as it looked cold out, and though the temperature of the pool has been opposite of the air in years' past, that has not been the case this year.  Yesterday my stomach was giving me problems and I thought being in the water would only add to those problems. 

          We were told that the water was the coldest Monday than it had been all summer.  It was also learned that the thermostat/heater has not been producing accurately.  I had that figured out last month.

          We could hear police sirens in the distance sounding closer to us and had expected to see them.  After we returned home, I was hanging wet clothes on the line.  I could hear yard buzzing coming from my neighbor's yard.  We don't have a garden this year. I haven't missed having to go out and weed and so forth.   

It's the Wind I Tell You

            I wasn't able to create all the posts  I had planned.  After I had finished up my last post about our "Independence Day" day trip, I remembered Jenna had asked me to message some pictures that she had taken on my phone.  After I had completed that, I happened to check my grades and had received a comment from one of my instructor's that I had done my assignment incorrectly.

          I was supposed to complete a mock memo rather than turn in an essay.  I received a 95 out of 120 which is awesome for doing the wrong thing.  But at her request, I completed the correct assignment which I did not believe was as good as the essay and Roland and Jenna had returned before I had completed.  

 

          I've had this same instructor before the first year I had been started.  She taught history. I hadn't always received full credit on the assignments in that class either. I think she may be more lenient now but not entirely sure;  I don't recall ever resubmitting anything to try and improve a grade in history.  I do have great respect for her.  My first encounter with her was through the writing center. I had major problems getting in and had only twenty minutes left.  I was frustrated and in tears.  She returned my paper with her feedback before the next day.  I was impressed with the time she has given her students.

          I have not been focused lately.  I am ALWAYS tired.  Oregon wind hasn't wiped me out like Utah winds.  But the wind has blown a lot harder this year - nothing like some of the Utah winds I've experienced.  Usually just a bit more powerful than a cool breeze.  Plus just being at the computer.  Researching subjects for accounting.  Maybe it isn't the wind.  Maybe it's solely accounting.

          I have thought a lot about my youngest son with the two classes that I am currently taking.  He is definitely leadership material - which could be good, but I can totally see him falling into the trap of deception and misleading the company or his coworkers.  I feel really horrible for thinking that too.

          There is much that Randy and Roland share in common.  I'm certain that the majority of my sibs and their spouses may already view them as one in the same. I really wouldn't want to go into business with either one of them.  I've already established that I am not business minded.  Roland has always been able to separate personal from professional.  I don't seem to have nor want that ability.  If we had the money, we would seriously pay back every person we have ever borrowed from.  

          Thus far I have watched (or listened to) five videos from my ethnic class.  I still have yet to explore the assignment.  I have a lecture today at 11:30.  The other class lecture will start at 4:00.  May go my water fitness class this morning.  It's Monday, and I will go to the library to read a story or two and return for my studies.  I may be leaving Jenna at the library until closing.  We'll see

Wiggly, Squiggly Roads to Sunset Bay and Coos Bay

            We have had mild weather this summer - at least thus far.  There were three times in June that the temperature went above 80.  For the most part, it doesn't really feel as warm as what we're told.  The wind has been blowing hard for the most part - not violently, but more powerful than a breeze.  We are now just going on our the fourth year in Oregon and don't really know any better.  Those who have lived here for a great number of years say that it is unusual.  

            The fire signs have been moderate and we have not heard of any fires currently surrounding us as they did last year.  That is a good thing as the wind would be very damaging.  

            Each morning I have gone to the pool, everyone in the class comments on the water's coldness.  The themorstat in the pool is always marked between 76 and 80.  It always feels like 50.  If this is a tradeoff for having no fires, I will willingly accept this as a positive trade-off.

            As I had mentioned earlier, Jenna had hoped to start off the summer at the beach.  We haven't gone earlier as the weather in Coos Bay is usually about 20 degrees less than Myrtle Creek (at least in the summer).  Perhaps we ought to move to Coos Bay?

            It had been raining in June and so Jenna asked if we could go on the 4th of July.  I thought it would be crowded, but it was not.  The water was colder than the high 50-degree air.  Jenna had invited one of her friends to go with us.  They put swim trunks and patriotic t-shirts.

            I think I may also have mentioned that I am currently without a camera and was not in a position to take pictures of Jenna and Cathy, but I thought they looked great.  I don't even think we were halfway there when Jenna mentioned she needed to use the restroom - she should have just asked for Roland to pull over or ask for a bag.  She needs to throw up, but I did not understand that was the reason until we got to Myrtle Point.  She threw up before we pulled over.

            I'd forgotten how car sick she used to get when we were living in Salt Lake - and there the roads were straight.  Thus I'm actually surprised she has not gotten car sick before - especially since the Oregon roads seem to wind in every direction.  We've been out to Coos Bay a few times and I don't recall them being as windy as they were yesterday.

            We pulled up in the lot of a McKay's Market.  Jenna and I went inside to get her cleaned up and changed.  There aren't any public restrooms per se, but there are the employee restrooms located way in back and above.  We were told to "follow the yellow brick road" to make our way upstairs where Jenna changed.

            She was a bit miffed as she hadn't considered bringing extra shirts as she has several that display the American Flag.  There were some articles of clothing shoved in the back of the trunk and she changed to a dirty black oversized tee - or perhaps it was a nightshirt.  On the front were several hearts resembling that of confection heart candies.

            Upon our return to the car, Roland and Cathy were finishing cleaning up the mess that Jenna had made.  Roland asked for a towel to dry the moisture he had used to clean and went into McKay's to purchase some air fresheners for the car.  Jenna was major embarrassed and very apologetic.  Things happened.  We moved on.

            When we had pulled into the parking lot of Sunset Bay beach area, there was only one other car, but at least six cars were behind us.  Jenna and Cathy made their way to the ocean and decided it was too cold and worked on making sand castles.  Roland and I wore jackets. Roland took pictures with his cell phone.

            Gradually, Jenna and Cathy made their way back into the water and let the waves crash against their calves.  I took pleasure in listening to them laugh. When they returned to where I was seated, Jenna took off her sand covered shirt and she returned to the semi-dry clothes she had rinsed in the sink at the McKay's in Myrtle Point.

            I had picked peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, hard boiled eggs, chips, watermelon, cookies, and drinks.  We all ate food on the beach and left shortly after the girls had finished eating.  We drove toward town to get some ice cream at Dairy Queen.

            Jenna and Cathy each ordered a large blizzard but neither could finish.  I wouldn't have ordered my own had I known.  I overate and as a result of the undigested ice cream mixed the curvy roads, I also experienced car sickness.  I had Roland pull over when there was extra land sticking out beyond the road. Jenna and I both got out.  She only wanted to stretch, but I wanted to inhale some fresh air or throw up to make myself feel better.  I threw up - not near as much as Jenna had.  

            We made another stop in Myrtle point as I wanted to get the girls posing with the giant lumber jack posted outside the loggers museum

 

            Jenna was had changed again and was hoping to catch some fireworks to finalize her glorious day, but the cities are between fireworks right now.  Because of volunteers needing to return to work, weekdays are not the best for having fireworks. Thus Riddle decided to hold their parade and festivities on the Saturday closest to the 4th of July (which happened on June 30 this year and so we had missed it) and Myrtle Creek won't be doing theirs until the end of this month.

 

The pics on my cell phone are not great quality as you can see

            We went to Dollar General where she purchased poppers and silly string and live streamed her enthusiasm - only her light up head band could be seen.  There were some fireworks going off.  Not a lot.  But I think she made the best of it really.

            Currently, she and Roland are at rehearsal for a musical that will take place at the end of August.  I have turned in all my assignments and will hopefully be able to make the time I'd like for upcoming blog posts.  I don't wish to neglect Jenna tomorrow but will spend some time on the computer.  We'll see how it goes.

Surely We Can Simplify

          Why is it that the accounting language is so wordy?  Don't use two paragraphs to tell me what can be said in only four words.  Do they make an accounting book that reads like "Dick and Jane" - not that "Dick and Jane" was much fun to read, but at least it was simple.  

                One of the objectives of this project is to create a single set of accounting 

                standards to stand at the base of the "production" and at the constant flow 

                of high-quality information, clear and compatible in financial situations and 

                in other financial reports created for SMEs. (Ristea, 2010)

          47 words creating confusion.  Why?  Surely there is a simpler way to say whatever it is that needs to be conveyed.  I think that must be how I'm supposed to write.  Now, I haven't had the privilege of writing essays in any accounting class until this course.  They want 750 words.  I suppose if I were to write 12 run-on sentences like that above (which by the way is NOT an original thought from my head) I suppose I'd be half-way there.  

          I had worked on my assessment today (figuring that all school work is at a stand-still for tomorrow - being Independence Day and all) and had less than 300 words.  What the heck?  More research.  More zzzzzzzzzz's.  I'm sorry this post is so boring.  You didn't have to read it.  But thank you for your interest.

https://www.picgifs.com/clip-art/sleeping/sleeping-clip-art-activities-687190

 Ristea, M., Doros, A., Ioanas, C., & Morega, D. D. (2010). SMALL AND MEDIUM-SIZED ENTITIES BETWEEN THE ACCRUAL BASIS OF ACCOUNTING AND CASH ACCOUNTING. Romanian Economic and Business Review, 5(4), 208-220. Retrieved from https://search.proquest.com/docview/1131899843?accountid=41759

Did this post make you puzzled?  Do you not get the gist of it?  That's how I feel about accounting as a whole.  It's kind of sad to feel the need to nap before the assignment is even halfway finished.  Accounting puts me in a coma - seriously.

Salem Adventures

                It took us just under two hours drive when we had gone to the Enchanted Forrest in March - not that it was our destination yesterday - but we did not even pass the sign until almost three hours later.  Our destination was another twenty-five minutes north. 

            The online school had sent an announcement of two upcoming open house/conventions - one in Boise and one in Salem. We sent an RSVP for Salem.  The convention was to start at 7:00 p.m.

            I have a cousin who lives in Salem.  Though I have lived in Oregon for three years now, we have never been able to get together until now.  We made arrangements to visit with him and his wife at 5:00.  I called Zach at 4:45 as we were still on the road in non-moving congestion - which by the way I have not had to deal with for the past three years and so had not even thought about it.  We passed three police cars - or three sets rather - on the way up.  I could see the flashing lights and thought there had been an accident ahead, but when we passed, it appeared that someone had been pulled over for speeding.  Really?  We are now slowed down from 50 - 35 - non-moving to pass a speeder? 

            I saw construction signs but no construction.  From Sweet Home to Albany . . . bumper to bumper.  Just before we got to Salem the flow of traffic was normal - like all the cars and trucks that had been moving at 10 mph had been beamed up into the sky - there hadn't been any exits.  Where'd everybody go?  That was weird.

            We had a great visit with Zach and Amy.  Amy allowed Jenna to be in her art studio, draw and use her stamps.  Jenna was enjoying herself.  Zach and I mostly listened as Roland monopolized the conversation.  And then Amy, then me.  I think Zach spoke the least amount of words.

            We visited with them less than two hours before we excused ourselves to go to the convention.  We should have brought them with us and continued to visit, as the only participants to show up for the open house were 6 faculty representatives and us.  Needless to say, we were able to eat all the food that we wanted.  Jenna and I may have each had an entire quart of lemonade.  We helped ourselves to tee shirts and fidget spinners.  We won the door prizes that were offered. 

            Our initial plans were to pop in, get some food, and probably leave.  But we ended up staying for the entire thing.  Roland sat at the table with five members.  They talked about upcoming programs, how to improve certain areas and so forth.  Jenna and I talked with the only other female there.  We didn't go into depth as much as the guys, but did have a nice visit and talked about important things like movies, the theatre, Utah vs. Oregon.  We should have gotten a picture with ourselves and the vice president - whom Roland informs me is 80 years old.  Can you imagine?

            It took us an hour less of time for the return home.  Seems like it always takes longer to reach the destination than the return home.  In this case, it is actual.
             Roland's going to be tired today.  Less than five hours of sleep last night. 

            Jenna's home from camp now.  Anxious for tonight's theatre rehearsal.  I may take a nap while she and Roland are gone.