In The Home Stretch

[June has prepared a dinner of barbecued pork ribs]
Ward Cleaver: Well, you boys are very quiet tonight. What are you thinking about?
Theodore "Beaver" Cleaver: I was just thinkin' what I'd do if I was a pig eatin' peoples ribs.
June Cleaver: Beaver, please. 

--Leave It To Beaver (1957)

----------------------------------------

For those of you who asked--and I thank you for your interest--the decision on the job I applied for was pushed back. Essentially, they learned that they couldn't get the candidates on the Board of Ed's hiring list for a July 1 start, so they decided to take their time with the process rather than do a rush job. So it'll probably be another week before any candidate learns anything. 

So we're in the final week of preparation for our annual Pig Roast on Saturday. (If you're interested in coming, drop me a line and I'll send you details!) As I type this, there's a guy out back trying desperately to finish putting a combination deck/ramp on the back of the house. The ramp is there to accommodate my mother and a few other relatives who have mobility issues. It's not a "legal" ramp in that it's only a little more than half as long as it ought to be, but on the other hand, it's only a temporary structure. In a few weeks he'll come back, tear it out and put stairs on the deck. This is a guy who takes a big pile of pride in his work, however, and other than the length he's building it to code. You need some light construction work done? This is the man. You can drop me a line for his info, too. 

So the pig is ordered, the last of the shopping lists is about written up, we're cleaning and polishing up some of the landscaping, and GF is in Full Panic Mode, which she doesn't usually do until about 48 hours before we have a big party. 

And make no mistake, this is a Big Deal, baby: as near as anyone can figure, this will be the first time in about twenty years that my mother and my father have been in the same place. (No animosity, just distance.) This will also be the first time in forever that both of my brothers have come to one of my parties.  So a lot of family will be here in addition to friends and co-workers. This is the One Not To Miss.  We've also got something special planned for the evening that I think will make it more interesting and fun. (Would you like a hint? Yes? Well, YOU CAN'T HAVE ONE.)

So Mom and one brother are coming on Thursday night; Dad is bringing Daughter down on Friday evening, my other brother will probably be making a round-trip Saturday, I've got friends coming in from Chicago who--last I heard--are still trying to secure lodging...I hear that at least one other guy is coming down from Long Island...it's gonna be a wild and crazy weekend, but a pile of fun when we look at it in retrospect. 

UPDATE from nine seconds after I posted this: the guy working on the deck brought his son along. He'd been playing with Wee One for awhile but got bored and decided to hang out with Dad. Unfortunately, this resulted in an accident where the boy has a cut to his scalp and they're enroute to the ER to get what's likely to be a couple of stitches. 

This is where lesser people would say "Why does everything happen to me??" but I'm not panicking yet. 

Comments

[yellojkt]

Very sneaky pig roast you had there.