By Hook or By Crook

My name is Kyle Ervin. I'm a 44 year old father of four and have been happily married to my wife, Brynn, for almost 18 years. My wife was the teacher in the family until 9 years ago when, after giving birth to our fourth, she suffered a massive pulmonary embolism followed by cardiac arrest. She was flatlined for 90 minutes, then was in a coma for a month and when she did come out of it she was left with a permanent brain injury. So, she couldn't teach anymore, and I couldn't keep the job I had which required quite a bit of time, as well as travel. I finally got talked into taking the CBEST so I could substitute teach and learned that I actually really enjoy it. So here I am. Oh yeah, I wrote a book too.

My philosophy of education is really rather simple. By hook or by crook, I aim to enable all of my students to become better writers and better readers. Basically what this means is that I hold no teaching method or teaching style as sacrosanct. I understand that all of my students learn in different ways, so incorporating a multitude of strategies into my lesson plans helps me to accommodate a multitude of learning styles and abilities.

According to the Metaras Personality Page I am INFP or ENFP and my personality best matches with the job of Psychotherapist.




According to the Index of Learning Styles I'm ...

I'll be entirely honest and say that I'm not entirely sure how these results affect my teaching (at least not with any great certainty). I think the 90% match with the job of psychotherapist is a bit funny, but also fitting. I often feel like a psychotherapist as I try to help students work through their personal, family, and other issues so that they can get past their fear of failure and find their voice in their writing. 

I also know that most of my students are more sequential, or linear, in their learning styles whereas I tend to be more global or non-linear. This means that I will teach them various strategies for writing that are often different from strategies that I tend to use when I write. For example, when it comes to brainstorming their topic, I will provide a graphic organizer in traditional outline format as well as a graphic organizer for a mind map. They get to choose the strategy that best works for them. 

I found Rutherford’s book to be the most helpful to me in preparing lessons and, I feel, I will likely utilize this book frequently when creating future plans. Finding ten takeaways from this book was extremely easy. I could almost just take ten pages in a row and be comfortable calling them my favorites. You’ll note by my page numbers, that I didn’t ‘quite do that, but I came very close!

1)    Student-Led Book Discussions (Rutherford, 2012, pg56)

               Rationale: This is an excellent activity for getting students to collaborate together in groups helping each other through the learning process.

2)    Class Mind Maps (Rutherford, 2012, pg59)

               Rationale: The single hardest part of writing (or creating anything for that matter) is and always will be just ‘getting started’. Mind Maps are an excellent method for allowing free associative thinking while providing a flexible framework for organizing thoughts.

3)    Mnemonics (Rutherford, 2012, pg60)

               Rationale: Most students don’t understand that they use Mnemonics every day when they memorize songs and jingles, etc. They’re incredibly effective tools for memory retention.

4)    Numbered Heads Together (Rutherford, 2012, pg63)

Rationale: Again, this is an excellent activity for getting students to cooperate in groups. It also ensures that every student is doing the learning while only assessing one of them per question.

5)    Paragraph Predictions (Rutherford, 2012, pg65)

Rationale: I like this exercise because it engages students in higher level thinking about their writing. It also is a great lesson in understanding natural patterns of thought that we all take for granted but are, nonetheless, extremely important in conveying ideas clearly

6)    Student-Led Mini-Lectures (Rutherford, 2012, pg 71)

Rationale: This one is simple. There is no better way to learn a subject than to try and teach it to others.

7)    Invention Convention (Rutherford, 2012, pg 73)

Rationale: The Invention Convention is an excellent example of authentic assessment. It will help students to understand how, if they hope to create anything of value in this world, they will need to utilize multiple skills and abilities to reach a final product.

8)    Questioning and Prompts (Rutherford, 2012, pg 75)

Rationale: Honestly, I kind of like this one because it is a ‘work smarter not harder’ planning activity for the teacher yet the students will get a great deal from doing the exercise.

9)    Reciprocal Teaching (Rutherford, 2012, pg 80)

Rationale: Again, I love this one because I have found that one learns a subject much more thoroughly if they are attempting to help others to understand it.

10) Socratic Seminars (Rutherford, 2012, pg 86)

Rationale: Socratic seminars can be a bit difficult in the High School environment because students have been trained in a different teacher-student interaction model. However, if a teacher is able to get students to engage, they can be tremendously efficient in furthering higher level thinking.

Write A Book! - Authentic Assessment

As an English teacher, authentic assessments are a bit easier to implement as so much of our society's professional and academic communication is through the written word. professional letters, college essays, etc. are all examples of authentic assessments. 

Today, as technology rapidly advances, the ease with which a person can publish their written work advances as well. This means that even more forms of authentic assessment become available to English teachers. 

One such assessment that I would like to implement in my future classroom is as follows: I would like for my students to create their very own e-book. The creation would include drafting, editing, creating cover art, etc. Ideally, this book could be made available in on-line market places such as iTunes, Google Play, etc. 

I could, honestly, see an entire semester course (perhaps an elective or parallel track) devoted to such an assessment. 

Become a Teacher?! Really?!

Hey there everybody! My Name is Kyle Ervin. Here's a picture of me with the sweet "winter break beard" I've got going on right now.

 I actually created this blog years ago when I still had time to write silly stuff and post it on the internet. I have four kids and my wife is disabled, so writing silly stuff has been placed on the back burner and will probably remain there for quite sometime.

 Interestingly, I did not really "choose" education so much as fall into it. It was my wife, actually, who was the educator. She used to teach 5th and 3rd grades. Unfortunately, she had a fairly serious medical incident about 8 years ago that left her with an anoxic brain injury that prevents her from teaching any longer. After her incident, I could no longer maintain the 50 to 60 hour work weeks and frequent travel that my job required so I got canned. I was still coaching my son's soccer team, however, and one of the parents happened to be a principal at a local high school. He appreciated the way I coached and told me I needed to start substitute teaching. Honestly, it took a while for me to relent to this advice because I have, for a very long time, been adamantly opposed to becoming a teacher. This is not because I don't enjoy teaching, sharing knowledge, or dealing with kids. I actually love all of those things. My opposition stems from my reluctance to deal with the bureaucracy and politics that accompanies the position these days.

 To make what is becoming a long story short, my substitute teaching experience has been so psychologically and emotionally rewarding that I decided to pull the trigger and get my credential. 

Currently, I am still substitute teaching in the Fullerton High School District, and I hope to be doing my student teaching at a Fullerton High School in the fall.

 After reading the PDF on the Philosophies of teaching I would have to say I relate most to the eclectic philosophy. Yeah, perhaps this is a bit of a cop out, but I am truly not one to hold to ANY single philosophy whether it regard education, religion or even soccer. There is almost always more than one way to skin a cat - how you choose to do it should depend on the circumstance at the moment, not on blind loyalty to a particular philosophy.

Aw Crap!

Copywrite 2009
By Kyle Ervin

So I’m in my daughter’s room the other day, down on my hands and knees sniffing at the carpet. I’m sniffing under the bed, behind the door, under the dresser… I even sniff in the toy box. You see, Crookshanks (our cat) was accidently left in the house all day and, having nowhere else to go, took a dump somewhere in her room. My wife, with her pregnancy enhanced sniffer, caught the smell as soon as we walked in the door and then promptly sent me on yet another poop hunt.

Anyone who has indoor pets, or a toddler that has learned to take his diaper off, has at one time or another, been on a poop hunt. This one struck me though, because it was my second poop hunt in the same week. It got me thinking about how much of my life has, in the most literal sense, been spent “dealing with shit”.

My life with poop actually started well before I had children. It had to be sometime in elementary school when my parents gave me the chore of cleaning up after the dogs. Generally this wasn’t a horrible task. The messes had usually been sitting around for a few days and had reached a consistency that allowed them to be easily scooped into the shovel. There was the odd occasion however, when one of the dogs had gotten into something, and the poop was not nice firm turds, but a gooey pile of nastiness that oozed through the tines of the rake releasing its odor, causing me to gag. It was way back then that I learned to desensitize my nose to the smell of crap – and what a valuable skill that has turned out to be – Because owning a dog is nothing compared to having kids.

Everybody talks about changing poopy diapers as being the worst of it. The truth is that changing diapers is merely the beginning of it. Changing diapers is relatively sanitary, relatively clean, and to be honest relatively easy. When changing a diaper, with the proper controls, you can remain protected from the poop. You take the diaper off at the front; grab the kid by the ankles and lift. There, neatly contained in the diaper is the poop. Fold it all up and you’ve got a sanitary, albeit smelly little package destined for the trash can.

Things start to get interesting when you get what we in our family call the ‘Explosion Diaper’. This is when, through some unexplained phenomenon, everything literally explodes up the baby’s back. Now, everything is no longer neatly contained in the diaper. It is, in fact, no longer contained at all. I’ve seen poop explosions reach all the way up to the back of the neck. No amount of wipes is going to get that kind of mess clean. And there is no way you’re getting out of it unscathed. You had better hope there is a shower nearby…for you and the kid.

And though we all harbor the illusion that things will get better as the kids get older, there are many more poop hurdles to come before you’re clear.

POOP HURDLES

The ‘Flu Poop’ – A variation on the Explosion Diaper and quite possibly worse. This is when the kid has an upset tummy and no diaper in the world can contain the outcome. This poop finds the path of least resistance and follows it like a little green river. We have thrown entire outfits in the trash due to ‘Flu Poops’.

The ‘Turd Boulder’ – Essentially the exact opposite of the ‘Flu Poop’. The Turd Boulder is the result of insufficient roughage. It’s not quite as nasty as the ‘Flu Poop’, but it can surprise you. Example: I was changing my son’s diaper. I had him lying down on the front seat of the car. I released the diaper’s Velcro and allowed the front to flop down over the edge of the seat…from the diaper rolled an almost perfectly round Turd Boulder… rolling down my pant leg, bouncing off of my shoe and settling onto the parking lot pavement.

The ‘MIA Poop’ – The ‘MIA Poop’ occurs in the midst of potty training. It’s a time when your toddler doesn’t like having poop in his pants but he doesn’t really like going to the potty either….Natural solution: poop in your diaper, take it off at leave it in some seldom explored corner of the house. It is the ‘MIA Poop’ that usually leads to the aforementioned ‘Poop Hunt’ (Recommendation – For carpet use a combination of Nature’s Miracle and Resolve. For almost any other surface, use copious amounts of bleach. For wood floors….what are you thinking…kids are just going to destroy wood floors.)

The ‘Bathtub Poop’ – simple explanation here. It’s just a turd in the tub. The ‘Bathtub Poop’ also usually occurs during the potty training phase when your toddler hasn’t quite figured out the physiological signs that a turd is imminent (Recommendation: A plastic bag and Lots of bleach).

The ‘Bathroom Floor Poop’ – The ‘Bathroom Floor Poop’ is actually a really good sign. It means we’ve at least got the kid doing the deed in the right room (Recommendation: Yep – Bleach is your new best friend).

The ‘Too Much Toilet Paper Poop' – Just when you thought things were getting easier…you’ve got the kid getting their poop into the toilet. Of course, they now want to wipe their own butt. The problem comes when they use half the toilet paper roll to do so. A plunger is not going to help here folks…you’re going to have to pull it out with your hands (Recommendation: rubber gloves and a kitchen trash bag). And dudes, if you think you’re going to get your wife to do this one…good freakin’ luck.

The 'Butt Wipe' – Oh there’s light at the end of the tunnel. The kids potty trained but hasn’t quite achieved the dexterity necessary to ensure a clean butt. So now, mom and dad are on call 24-7 to aid in butt cleaning when necessary.

The 'Butt Check' – You are so close to being free and clear. They’re going on the potty, wiping their own butts and using appropriate (or at least flushable) amounts of toilet paper. Now, all you’ve got to do is give them the post poop Butt Check. This keeps the skid marks down to a minimum.

Finally, your done, you’ve cleared all the poop hurdles. In my family it is usually just about this time that I find out I’ve got another little bundle of joy on the way. And the cycle continues…The way I figure it, the more kids I have means I’ll have a few options when I’m old enough to be back in diapers myself. HEY KIDS DAD NEEDS A BUTT CHECK!

Marrying a Catholic Girl

Marrying a Catholic Girl

Copywrite 2009

Kyle Ervin

So I fell in love with a Catholic girl. It’s not so surprising really. I think I always had a thing for the Catholic girls…the pleated skirts, the knee-highs…oh you know.

The funny thing is that I think God knew I would marry a Catholic and so prepared me for it throughout my life. First, he had me grow up about two blocks from St. Victor’s Catholic Church and School. So, of course, I made fun of all the St. Victor’s kids in their silly uniforms on the way to school each morning. Beyond that, just about all my childhood friends were Catholic, though I really didn’t know it at the time. I just knew that every Wednesday night they had to go to something called ‘Catechism’. I always wondered why I didn’t have to go too, but as I saw it, it was like going to school for one night a week more than anybody else, so I didn’t question it too much.

Then, as I was entering high school, my parents decided (in the hopes of providing me with better opportunities) that I should go to Bellarmine College Preparatory School, an all boys school run by Jesuit Priests. Talk about torture…at the time I was a devout agnostic not to mention in the full throws of hormonal flux. And there I was, surrounded by Priests at an all boys school. Not a fun year, let me tell you.

But the Catholics weren’t done with me yet….Oh no. My most serious high school girl friend….you guessed it. It was through her that I was introduced to such torturous devices as Midnight Mass (where everybody is really just trying to stay awake) and Easter Mass (which is roughly 3 times longer than a normal mass).

And finally, there was college, where two of my three roommates…yep Catholic again.

So when I decided to ask my wife to marry me, I thought I had the whole ‘Catholic’ thing all figured out. Oh man was I wrong.

First you have to understand that my wife’s parents are not your ordinary run-of-the-mill Catholics. They are not C and E’s (only going to mass on Christmas and Easter), they are not dine and dashers (arriving just in time for communion then bolting to the parking lot to beat the rush)…they are go to mass three times a week, statues of the blessed mother in the yard, take your kids to The Holy See for vacation Catholics. In other words, they are what I have come to call ‘Uber-Catholics’. The first time I think I truly understood this was at our wedding. There were SIX Priests there (5 celebrating the Mass and one in the crowd). Not to mention the TWO Papal Blessings bestowed upon our marriage. It was as if God looked down, saw my wife was about to marry me, rubbed his chin and said “Yeah….She might need a few extra blessings for this one.”

And so here we are, eight years later and I think I can finally dole out some advice to those marrying into a Catholic family.

ADVICE ABOUT GOING TO MASS

1) Yes, Mass always seems to come at the most inconvenient time every weekend but make an effort to go. At the very least it will get you out of doing some chores around the house and sometimes they even have donuts afterward.
2) Going to Catholic Mass is like an exercise routine. There’s a lot of standing up and sitting down and kneeling. Don’t let this stress you. You can feel free to sit on your butt in the pew the entire Mass if you want to. I swear Sister Mary Margaret is not going to whack your knuckles with a ruler because you’re sitting when everybody else is standing. However, if you want to make an effort to fit in, just pay close attention to those around you. There’s always someone jumping the gun on the routine. Find that person and you’re golden. If, for some reason you can’t find someone jumping the gun, just feign a bad knee. It’s a great excuse for being a little slower than everybody else.
3) When Communion comes, go up and get a blessing…even if you don’t believe in the power of the blessing. If nothing else it gets you out of the pew in the right order so you don’t have to stand up and get out of the way when everybody comes back to the pew. And you can never have too many blessings.
4) Bring your young children with you. A crying baby is a primo reason to get out of Mass early. Even better, plan to go to Mass right around nap time…I’ve gotten out of it entirely due to a sleeping baby.
5) Bring gum. Mass can sometimes drag on if you’ve got a particularly verbose Priest or Deacon. My wife always has gum for me and the kids when our attention spans are being stretched to the breaking point. Tick-Tacs work too.
6) At Easter Mass it’s a good idea to bring a small towel. The Priests tend to get a little rambunctious when throwing the holy water around.

ADVICE ABOUT CATHOLIC STUFF

1) BIBLES – Be ready for a veritable onslaught of bibles and prayer books. The Catholics have their own publishers and they are not afraid to use them. There are prayer books galore and children’s picture Bibles and Family Bibles and fancy-schmancy Bibles with gold pages that no one ever reads for fear of getting them dirty. You will need to find space for all of these.
2) Rosaries – Rosaries are those things that look like beaded necklaces (they’re prayer beads). You always see them dangling from rear view mirrors. Catholics give Rosaries to each other like the rest of us hand out Starbuck’s gift cards. If there’s any special event, you’re going to get a rosary for it. We’ve got everything from a rosary blessed by the Pope all the way to glow-in-the-dark rosaries for the kids.
3) Crosses and Crucifixes – Be prepared to decorate your house with the numerous crosses and crucifixes you will receive throughout your marriage. I have no less than nine hanging from the walls of my house.
4) Other Books – The Catholics also have a slew of self-help books out there that you will undoubtedly run into. My personal favorite…Holy Sex! A Catholic Guide to Toe Curling, Mind-Blowing, Infallible Loving. You see fellas, marrying Catholic can be a very good thing.
5) Saints – The Catholics love their saints. They have statues of them, medals with their pictures on them and coloring books full of them. And there’s a Patron Saint for just about everything. My personal favorite – St. Anthony is the Patron Saint of Lost Articles. I can’t tell you how many times he’s helped me find my wallet…or my keys…or the remote control. Yeah, St. Anthony and I are bros.

ADVICE ABOUT CATHOLICS

1) All-in-all they are a very good crowd to be around. The Catholics definitely understand the concept of community and look out for one another very well. When there is trouble in your life they ‘circle the wagons’ like no others. The flip side of this is that if you are planning to marry one of ‘theirs’ you had better expect the Spanish Inquisition. Everybody from the parish Priest to the piano player is going to have some questions for you.
2) There will always be those who will see fit to try and convert you. It is, after all, a major tenant of their faith to spread the gospel. My own mother-in-law , who loves me dearly and who I love dearly, still holds on to hope that I will someday be baptized (we laughingly refer to me as her ‘heathen’ son-in-law). But I have found that when they realize that you are as adamant about your faith as they are about theirs they accept you for who you are.
3) Priests will surprise you. Just because a man wears a collar and has devoted his life to God does not mean that he won’t whoop your butt on the soccer pitch given the chance.

Eight years of being married to a wonderful Catholic girl and these are a few of the things I can pass on to the uninitiated. So if you are married to a Catholic or just thinking about it you can go into it with your eyes wide open. And my last piece of advice… keep your heart wide open too... I think you’ll be pleasantly rewarded.

Stuff - Part One

Copywrite 2009
Kyle Ervin

There are no two ways about it…my parents have a beautiful home. It’s the type of place people dream about living. The type of place you might see gracing the pages of Sunset Magazine. The entire backyard has been landscaped in the Tuscan style sporting a wrap around veranda covering the patio, sand stone planters, stone pavers and brass sculptures. Oh and the fountains, I forgot about the fountains. And that’s just the beginning. The culminating feature (an homage to my father’s love for wine and wine making) is a ½ acre zinfandel vineyard that climbs up the rock wall terraced hill. Walking out their backdoor is like stepping into your own little slice of idyllic Italy…until you trip over the box stuffed to the brim with 5 year old Scientific American magazines.

You see (and there’s no gentle way to put this)…My Parents are both world class pack rats. I mean they’re not so bad that there’s only a single path through the whole house…but that could be because they live in such a big house.

Lest you think I’m being dramatic I will list some of the items they have around their house…

2 lawn mowers
6 ladders – the local fire department envies their ladder collection
16 pet kennels of varying sizes from kitty sized to large dog
5 dog beds – they have two dogs.

I’ve given much thought to this issue, applying my rather keen powers of psychoanalysis and come to this conclusion…Sure my pops probably has some OCD tendencies and Mom definitely shares my Attention Deficit Disorder but that’s not the crux of it. The real problem is that my parents are both very smart, capable and even handy people (can you tell I still want to be in the living trust). They have an almost superhuman ability to rationalize why they’re keeping stuff – “Someone might be able to use that someday”… “I paid good money for that”… “I’m going to fix that”. And when my dad says he’s going to fix the electric air compressor that I broke almost 20 years ago, you know he can, so you let him keep it even though he bought a new one almost 20 years ago. And when my mother says she’s going to fix the dog bed that popped a seem, you know that she can, so you let her keep it, even though the dogs are plenty comfy on the beds they have now.

Another part of the problem is that my parents have a seemingly unending capacity to acquire new stuff. My mom LOVES the antique shops and has now learned that the local Goodwill sells some brand new Stuff. My dad LOVES The Home Depot and the Vintners Supply Store. It’s a recipe for disaster.

Recently, though, their quantity of stuff has reached a level so vast that even their ability to rationalize has been challenged. They’ve become frustrated because their yard is so full of stuff they can’t use it in the manner for which it was designed. They’ve become annoyed because their eight person dining room table is so cluttered with stuff one person would be hard pressed to sit down at it to eat.

Recognizing that they’ve started to soften their grip on all this stuff and hoping to stymie the inevitable avalanche that will eventually land on my sister and me, I packed my family into the minivan for the 375 mile trip north.

We arrived at their home in Brentwood, CA on a Tuesday evening to find that my sister, who had been visiting but was supposed to go home to Indianapolis that morning, had decided to stay a few more days and help out with the cleanup. This was pivotal…it meant we could double team them. Before I had even arrived she had already convinced my dad to rid himself of any magazine older than Jan 2008. This was a total coup when you realize he had issues (still in the plastic covering) going back to before the millennium.

It was great to have sis on board and the two of us decided to keep our sights reasonable, hoping to just get the garage cleaned out to the point that my dad could have a workspace for his large collection of very nice woodworking tools. We started to attack the piles early the next morning. We had a trailer that we were loading up for the dump, a Goodwill pile, a hazardous waste pile, an automotive parts pile (to go to the Pick-and-Pull), an all metal pile, two large recycle bins and a garage sale pile– I started to fight the garage sale pile because I doubted they would actually follow through with a garage sale, but I realized that having that pile might increase their willingness to give stuff up so I let it go and we started sorting.

It has to be mentioned, and here’s as good a place as any, that July in Brentwood, CA is ungodly hot. It regularly clears triple digits and when we were there it was averaging about 105°…please don’t forget that’s 105° IN THE SHADE. I started every morning by donning my big straw sunhat and applying a pint of sunscreen.

One of the first things I tried to tackle were the numerous boxes of miscellaneous stuff my dad had stored on his garage shelves. There was one box that had nothing but telephone chord in it…probably a good 500’ of telephone chord! Professional kidnappers couldn’t use that much telephone chord. I tried to get that one to the dump pile but my pops seemed to think someone might buy that at the garage sale…so – garage sale.

Going through the boxes I sometimes had to chuckle at how organized their disorganization was. They had one box that was filled with those disposable Tupperware lids. It was actually marked “Unmatched Plastic Lids 5/05”…These lids had NO corresponding containers…for 4 years –Recycle bin.

The sorting started smoothly as sis and I started tossing the stuff that was ‘easy’…stuff like the 1960’s curtain rods and the roughly 1000 cubic feet of polystyrene foam that had been the packaging for various electronic devices. But as things got tougher I had to resort to some duplicitous tactics like hiding stuff at the bottom of the dump load and asking mom about things I knew she didn’t care about and asking dad about things I knew he didn’t care about. I’m not proud of these means…but I sure am happy with the ends.

As we sorted I found evidence that my pops had been entertaining thoughts of organizing his garage for sometime but had never gotten to it. For instance, he had collected 5 garden size trash bags…let me repeat that…5 garden size trash bags!... filled with empty, cleaned cottage cheese, margarine and peanut containers that he had planned to use to organize his thousands of miscellaneous nuts, bolts and screws – Recycle Bin.

The chemical collection was also amazing. My dad’s obsessive compulsive tendency to clean the carpet was evident in the 5 different carpet cleaning detergents that he had throughout his garage. He also had 16 pints of car oil of varying weights, 2 gallons of kerosene and about 10 gallons of paint. This was just the stuff I let him keep. He also had fiberglass resin for a boat that he got rid of some 25 years ago, numerous solvents, epoxies, polishes and cleaners – Hazardous Waste Dump. Note: We exceeded the hazardous waste dump 15 gallon per-trip maximum and were required to fill out two slips.

Tucked in there they also had four large brand new wine racks, that I assume were intended to be in the wine room until they purchased the temperature controlled walk-in wine room – Garage Sale.

It took us 5 solid days of effort, and I have to say I was pleased with how willing my parents were to 'get ‘er done'. We only had one major blow up over a 20 year old microwave my mom was saving for her patio kitchen (which is a pretty good record considering the amount of stuff we got rid of). Dad even told me a few days after we’d left that he was able to go with the momentum and clear almost everything off his patio…which means he can finally have his neighbors over for wine and Bar-B-Q like I know he’s wanted to. It’s great to see them finally in a position to use their home as a home instead of a storage space. And with maybe just one more trip up north and five or six more days of work we’ll be able to get the inside cleaned out as well…at least there’s air conditioning.