Laura and Watson come to visit

Video from clinton lake dog park.

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I can make blog posts with my phone!

I am learning how to swype. I could get used to this very easily. Soon keyboards will be completely obsolete. Everyone must really want my amazing phone.

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Clinton Lake

If I've been "to the lake" before in the sense I was yesterday, I don't remember it. My lake memories involved less fun and more mud, likely because they took place along the banks of Buffalo rather than in the shiny center of Clinton.

Many moons ago, back when we had pub night (see previous posts), my friend Will bought a day at the lake on Professor Prater's boat for himself and five friends during the charity auction. I am apparently one of Will's favorite friends (or more likely one of his girlfriend Natalie's favorite friends, but oh well).

So, we followed Professor Prater - actually, he hates to be called that, so I'm compromising with "Prater" - out to the Clinton Lake Marina, where his boat, the Katie 3, is in permanent residence.




I may have been confused by this "going to the lake" hobby in the past, but I have come to understand its appeal. Especially when you have accessories like "the tube," shown below with Anthony and Joe aboard.



Yours truly, post-tubing, which is an activity best done in a one-piece. However, it's also very, very fun, and my arms today are very, very sore.


Here we all are - well, minus our photographer - anchored in a cove and enjoying the water.


For more pictures of this and other occasions, visit the blog of "AMK," from which these pictures were borrowed.

Back in Lawrence

It's good to be back. It's been good to be back for almost a week now, but I have been neglecting my blog, as usual.

I have not gotten my room organized yet. Maybe because I'm in denial about how much stuff actually Has To Go.

I have interviewed for one (1) highly competitive job, which I'm chalking up to Good Interviewing Practice if likely no callback interview.

I have not ridden Diddy, as I managed to leave all my boots and even my tennis shoes in Abilene.

I have heard reports that Diddy is the darling of his new barn. No surprise there.

I have not bought my books, but I calculated they will cost me $1000, roughly.

I have seen many of my many friends, several of whom are entrenched in Law Journal/Review work week but still have made time to say hi, which I appreciate.

I have not gotten my hair cut, even though that has been on my to-do list since July.

I have attended Dean's Fellow training, and my second-to-last evening of lessons at Woodson Hill, and 1/2 price martini night at the Eldridge.

Now that I've compiled a list of "I have nots," maybe I will get on top of some of those tasks today.

CKFF

Every year, Amanda and I turn out to support our wonderful Central Kansas Free Fair, and 2010 was no exception! In attendance were our four horses, whom many of you already know: Diva, Diddy, Tucker and Sprite.

Diva was slightly less of a diva than she was last year. There was minimal drama after the first night, which she spent desperately whinnying to her BFF Sprite. By the end of show day she was downright docile, and she was first in her class (of one), two-year-old mares.

Diddy is recovering nicely from his weeks of hunger in Lawrence but he still looks a little lean...that didn't stop him from getting first in his two-year-old geldings class, two and three-year-old western pleasure, and third in horsemanship!

Sprite was grand champion other breed! We are all very proud.

Tucker was robbed in halter...but did still get reserve paint gelding, and due to some unfortunate traffic in his western pleasure class, was lucky just to escape with his (and Amanda's) life! Amanda rallied and went on to win horsemanship.

Horse Camp!

New Place

Right now I'm sitting on the sofa in my new living room, Joey's head on my leg, reflecting on how much stuff fit into my tiny two-room apartment.

The problem with stuff is that I feel that I need it. There are piles of things in my new bedroom right now so irrelevant to my daily life I can't even remember most of what's there, even though I spent all day trucking said piles the ten-or-so blocks from the old place to the new one. Yet when I put my hands on this stuff, this nonessential clutter, I can't bring myself to just bag it up and pitch it.

I might need those handwritten notes from Torts I when I study for the bar. Without my T-Rex Cafe glass, how will I remember my delight in the anamatronic dinosaurs? (I literally had to go look at some of the piles in order to remember these two particularly pointless items were there.)

I can totally sympathize with hoarders.

On a more cheerful note, the house is beautiful, my new roommate is great and even lets Joey sit on the furniture, and nearly all of my stuff is out of the old apartment, which is good because the guy is coming to clean the carpets Wednesday morning at 8:00, and I promised him there wouldn't be any junk in his way.

How labor intensive is cleaning an oven? My property manager reminded me that I'm to clean the oven if I expect my full deposit to be reimbursed, so I need to budget my time wisely tomorrow.

Once I emerge from the black hole of moving, Amanda and mom should be crossing the state line. And then I must immediately go to Columbia with a student for a horse show, but I have been telling myself Amanda might just come along. We've always loved sitting around and critiquing strangers' horsemanship.