Subtle Coolness

The Thanksgiving holiday has already been absolutely unbelievable. My favorite part, of course, has been spending time with my family. Sure, I only live 100 miles or so away from them, but I don’t get to visit them very often, and certainly not for this extended length of time.

I arrived home late Tuesday night; my mother was already asleep. Actually, she was the only one asleep. My father was working, and my three brothers were doing homework on the couch and lying in their beds trying not to go to sleep, respectively. I talked with my father for a while, then went to bed myself.

I think by now everyone who knows me knows that I set my alarm for 06:00, regardless of what time I go to bed or what I plan on doing in the morning. Tuesday night was no different. After I woke up, showered and dressed Wednesday morning I went downstairs to be greeted with darkness and everyone sleeping.

“What am I going to do?” I thought. Ah. I put my dirty clothes in the washinig machine and started it up. I thought that would wake my parents, because their bedroom is on the other side of the wall from the laundry room, and washing machines can be loud.

Still no activity. So I went into the kitchen and dining room. It was quite dirty, and I wanted some breakfast. So I cleared off the table, loaded the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and swept the floor. By then my mother had come out of her room.

She told me that she thought it was my younger brother, probably trying to get on her good side so he could go somewhere that day. Ha.

I have spent a lot of time with my father over the last two days. I went with him to do his errands Wednesday, and we were doing computer-related things together Thursday. Today will be more of that. I really enjoy it.

My father is awesome. (I think that was a shout-out.)

The Mount Bonnell Ward Improv Comedy Nite was a huge success! I’ll be forever grateful to the coordinators for asking me to be one of the players. My favorite line:

And what did you wager?

I’ll show you my tattoo.

“Alright Edgar, now drop a train on ‘em.”

Hi, my name is William and I’m employed. How lucky can one guy be?

Hi, my name is William and my bed is so comfortable (I’d let you give it a try, but I’m afraid I might get scabies). It’s soft and warm, and there’s even a Sesame Street blanket someone made for me when I was born.

Hi, my name is William and about four years ago I applied to study at a certain university. Said application was accepted. How many people in the world get that chance? Out of everyone in the world who applied to this university, I was one of the few accepted. Why did it work out that way?

Hi, my name is William and I was born with best friends. Five of them. Then five more came along later on. We’re still best friends. And here’s a shout-out to the siblings. Don’t forget the two most loving and best parents in the world, which belong to me, and numerous extended family members to whom I am not ashamed, but rather ecstatic to be related. Why did it work out that way?

Hi, my name is William and God loves me.

and there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m going to bed.

Get ready for some crazy history-lesson action! I learned something new a few days ago. I forgot exactly how I stumbled on this obscure piece of information; I was probably googling my name or something vain like that. Anyway, I learned something cool (for me, anyway).

Twelve of the thirteen states then united by the Articles of Confederation sent 55 delegates to the Constitutional Convention of 1787. Rhode Island didn’t send any delegates. Of those 55, 13 left the Convention early. Of the 42 remaining, three refused to sign the resulting document. This leaves 39 delegates who signed the Constitution.

However, there are 40 signatures on the document. The extra signature is that of William Jackson, the secretary of the convention. He did not have the power to debate or vote on the issues that were discussed during that convention, but his signature validates the actions and decisions of the delegates assembled there.

William Jackson also served as President Washington’s private secretary.