Category: Daily Life

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This Morning

Yesterday was programming galore. My client will demo the product to his clients today at 5:30 so every moment of today has to be focused on code. I can take a breather tomorrow.

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This Morning

Closed out a project yesterday. I frantically want to close out another today.

As soon as I do I’ll try to post some stories I’ve been saving up like the time I got to film a commercial with the country’s top 5 Hooter’s girls.

I try to make a home repair or work on an improvement ever other day or so.

Today we have a doorknob on the bathroom door! Two weeks or so ago the doorknob quit working and was removed making it very difficult to get in and out of the bathroom.

Privacy and functionality have returned!

The station wagon moves again! (and stops!) All yield to the soccer mom!

Student: My past follows me.

Master: Your past will always be behind you.

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This Morning

I have recovered. Now to help the others mend.

Yahoo! Shiny new brake components (new rotors and new calipers) are installed on the wagon! The only thing left to do is spend 30 minutes bleeding the brakes (takes 2 people) and put the tires back on. The car will be mobile by tomorrow evening.

Student: Why can’t even one of my days go as planned?

Master: What fun would that be?

I got my development environment working on Cathy’s computer upstairs! Now I can program while watching the kids get ready for school!

Sounded like Tommy was going to have a fit and Amy rushed into my arms. Hard to type with one hand. Going to burn the eggs. She is fun to hold!

At this very moment I want to simultaneously be shaving, working on the car, blogging, programming, cooking bacon and eggs and going over Noah’s scout work with him. And simultaneously serve Amy’s need for interaction and care. My head wants to explode.

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This Morning

I overslept last night and am frustrated with myself. I look ahead into the week and can’t imagine how it is going to workout.

My chest is constantly tight now. I figure my first heart attack is in the making.

Student: Master, tonight you speak many words.

Master: Yes.

Student: My mind is too cluttered. I cannot make a decision.

Master: Would you so be the scared grain of sand that desperately trys to cling to the glass or would you dive boldly into the uncertain vortex purely on faith to past to the other side? Eventually all must pass to the other side.