faulty vision
From the monthly archives: September 2010
Monday seems to be my day for not posting, but it’s a combination of coincidences rather than planning. This week. I was busy going through a baking frenzy, the end result of which was a pound cake that could have been used to stop semi-trucks, and cream puffs that were, in the Guy’s words, “Okay.” [...]
I’m completely wiped out, which is the logical end-result of a weekend after a short week after a long weekend– or in other words, Hobbes has put us in the basket, soaked us for a while, then wrung us out and left us to dry. He had a good weekend, mostly, and by extension so [...]
Also, we took Hobbes to the Billy Jones Wildcat Railroad. This is our third time there, though it’s only the Guy’s first; the last two times we’ve gone, it was to keep Hobbes entertained — and frankly to assuage my curiosity — while the Guy was off doing other things. Tai chi classes Sunday morning [...]
The Guy’s doing so well.
“I’m going to start introducing you that way,” he said. “‘Let me introduce you to my round wife. Oh, wait. Did I say that out loud?’”
I was sitting on the sofa with the Guy and talking about a conversation I’d had earlier in the week with one of my coworkers, “…that apparently I’m popular at work,” I said.
He didn’t look up from his laptop. “It’s because you’re round,” he said.
There was a momentary, frappé silence. “What?” I said [...]
“…and he’s had one kay-double-oh-see-kay-aye-ee,” a voice said in the wilderness. Something thumped my chest and chortled.
It is not the most disorienting way to wake up that I’ve experienced in the almost 2 years since I had Hobbes, but it wasn’t the most tranquil, either. I opened one bleary eye. Hobbes shoved his face [...]
We’re sitting in Los Gatos Cafe, grabbing a bite between swimming and a trip to the Billy Jones Wildcat Railroad.
Weekends are all about Hobbes. Who has, I should note, just swallowed his fourth little plastic cup serving of half-and-half creamer.
Shut up. We are AWESOME parents.
Shopping as an experience changes after your son is old enough to grab.
And run.
Often, both things at the same time.
Come to think of it, this particular topic is one of those things that will keep occurring to me. It’s not, shall we say, a one-stop shop.
The Setup
I stepped into the hallway this afternoon to discover a couple of coworkers already there, in the middle of a conversation.
Coworker 1 is a very [...]
It’s 11:28 pm at night, and of course I’m not going to get anything substantive journaled tonight. Short weeks are a bitch for backlogs of work piling up on your desk, and I’m already three deliverables down, two days into it. Three more to go and I’ll be par for the course, though what that [...]
I fell asleep last night after a long day of playing with Hobbes, which is why the missed day in journaling. It’s an omission that will have to be corrected at some later date, when I have more than an hour and 15 minutes to catch up with my 30 day project. True, I never [...]
Look, it’s not that complicated. Earbuds fit in your ears. Which are holes. Holes in your head. And if you lose an earbud in your ear, what happens? It burrows its way to the nearest major heat source, like any self-respecting parasite, until it chews through your ear canal and lodges itself in your eustachian [...]
See below re: management decisions.
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Sako has finally completed nursing school — in record time, I should add. Record time for her, at any rate; given that it took her 13 years to finish her undergraduate degree, an accomplishment that saw the end of her actual program in the intervening [...]
…So I am taking a break from the meme. Recall, I had stated earlier that the management reserved the right to redefine the length of a “day,” so that is what I’m doing. In effect, Thursday is now 42 hours long — and possibly longer, if I feel the need to stretch things out even [...]
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