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Monday, August 26, 2019

People Who Talk On The Phone All The Time (Voluntarily) - Why?


I have never liked talking on the phone.

I did sometimes in high school, as this was the olden days before texting or social media and this is how we gossiped about classmates and vented about our parents and siblings. But now we live in a wonderful age of technology where people like me can go all day without having to speak to anyone.

I have coworkers who are still living in the 20th century, calling my desk or cell phone when they could have easily emailed, texted or messaged me on Skype. It's irritating. I'd much rather have a record of our conversation that I can refer back to, either to refresh my memory, establish a timeline, cover my ass, or be able to refer to in case someone else needs to be in the loop.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

Mostly Wordless Wednesday: She Moves In Tomorrow



It's finally here
College move-in day
The final boxes are getting sealed
Last-minute "Oh crap, we forgot about that" lists are being revised
She's nervous--but it's a good nervous
I'm not nervous
Not one bit
She's got this
And I've got her
Whenever and wherever
This she knows
This she will always know
She's moving in
And moving on
It's all good


Monday, August 19, 2019

I Have A Hard Time Watching Reality Shows


I have a hard time watching reality shows.

Not all reality shows - but a good majority of them. And I think it's because I have an overload of empathy.

My daughter loves shows about troubled human beings. Shows about hoarders, and people who eat nail polish and plastic. Prison shows about people who've had terrible lives and made terrible choices. Things like that.

I can't do it.

Monday, July 15, 2019

Check Out The Mad Skillz On This Group Of People



You all know I live on the internet and it's pretty much my only social life. If my parent's house had a basement, I'd seriously consider moving into it and maybe take up gaming. But alas, I'm stuck as a working schmuck as long as I have bills to pay.

Maybe if I had the level of talent you'll see in this bunch, my fortunes would improve (and if you're wondering about the work of the artist in the header photo, you can see him in action here).

Check out the mad, impressive skills in this collection.

This is a dragon carved out of pencil lead:

Artist : Salavat Fidai


Monday, July 1, 2019

I Bypassed My Mid-Life Crisis And Decided To Wallow In Resignation Instead



I got hit by a deer three weeks ago.

Yep, you read that right. I saw her crossing the road ahead of me, slowed to allow her to cross, then I sped up again and she did a complete about-face and ran right at me. This resulted the car being in the shop for two weeks. I have rental car coverage on my insurance, but they were out of economy cars, so they upgraded  me to a really nice SUV with all the bells and whistles. The dashboard looked like the cockpit of a spaceship. It drove like a dream. Holy cow was it beautiful.

It was torture.

Monday, June 3, 2019

Lord Save The World From Ridiculous Hoverparents



I spent last Friday with Anna at her college orientation. I was expecting a whole lot of info-dump and maybe a misty moment or two, but I surprised myself. I didn't get much more than a lump in my throat here and there and not a single tear fell.

Any misty eyes I got were in relation to her reaching this milestone in her life. Her graduation ceremony is this Saturday. From there, it's ten weeks until college move-in day. I always knew these days were coming, and they're finally here. If you've been reading my blog you already know how fiercely proud of her I am and will continue to be.

But there was another reason I didn't dissolve into a puddle of tears on Friday;  I was too busy gaping in horror at all the parents who did exactly that. I can understand some mom tears and a stoic  clearing of a dad throat over the prospect of your kid leaving home, but some of these parents were just an absolute mess throughout the entire day. I mean the entire damn day.

Monday, May 20, 2019

And So The Little Things Commence



My son had his final chorus concert of the year yesterday. He's had a wonderful time in his first year of High School chorus, and he's really bloomed as a singer. He may never be a headliner, but he's learned to listen and to blend, sing with an orchestra, and learn to sight-read. I am fiercely proud of him.

Anna couldn't come to the concert due to her company picnic at her job, which ended up being a very good thing because I walked in the doors at the high school and was immediately greeted by a foyer wall covered in senior pictures. Some featured the names of the grads, and some had their names plus the colleges and tech schools they had declared for.

I found Anna's picture, featuring her university name and her planned major of physics.  As always, she takes a beautiful picture. It all sort of slammed into me at once. How far she's come. The life she's had to slog through, and climb over to reach this point.

Yeah, I spent the first half of my son's chorus concert sobbing quietly in a row near the back so I wouldn't disturb anyone else.