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It feels like ages since I last posted to the annals of my blog. Or is that anals? I always get those mixed up. The big news is that I am now employed, if only temporarily, as a United States Census Worker. My official title is Enumerator. That's a fancy, government way of saying I count people. Of course, if someone is adamant about not being counted, so be it. Far be it for me to press the issue, especially if said person looks mean or is well armed. Most people want to be counted though, don't they? The training is complete, but our enumerator binders will not arrive until Wednesday, so that's when the real work begins.

Meanwhile, I've been fighting the tenacious, tail-end of a cold. Just when I think it's gone, I realize it'snot, which totally blows.

With just a few short weeks left in the school year, my tutoring position will end for the summer, to resume next fall. I look forward to that. I enjoy it more than I ever expected to, and find the diversity of students refreshing. Lots of people, it seems, are returning to school. Nothing like a long, deep recession to get people rethinking the merits of education.

It's been a slow, dull few weeks, so I'm fresh out of da kine stuffs to say. So, to quote the immortal Porky Pig, b-dia, b-dia, b-dia, th-th-that's all, folks!

A hui hou. aloha!





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