I’ve taken this next week off with the intentions of stepping away from the computer, clearing my head and addressing those things neglected in my life (my family, my house, my yard, my cars, my juggling, my body, my volunteer activities aka scouts) and perhaps finding the bottom of a nice single malt (unlikely-I’d prefer several hours of meditation to a bottle now-a-days). Thus far, I have spent all day Saturday programming and Sunday morning programming. C’est la vie.
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
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Losing
You know that point in Trade Wars when you realize you can’t possibly win and the game is pointless. Yup. Kinda like that.
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Whoa! Knoxville has public transportation?!
For the better part of 13 years, I worked from home. Prior to that I had worked for a company that had an exercise room complete with showers so I would brave the Knoxville roads of Gleason and Dean Hill without sidewalks or even shoulders and ride my bike to work. It wasn’t terribly long lived but biking was certainly an option. In January 2010, I took a six week contract locally which required me to be in an office downtown. After purchasing a wardrobe, I began commuting from Rocky Hill to the campus area of Knoxville. I considered the KAT, k-trans, the Knoxville busing system but KAT had recently removed the route that came within a half mile of my house. To get to a bus stop, I’d have to walk an hour (3 miles) with half that distance having no sidewalks or shoulders. Knoxville is extremely unfriendly to bicycles and pedestrians.
Our cars all died. Over the years we have gone from a multicar family to a single car family then burst to a three car family and are now back down to one functioning vehicle with three dead vehicles (plus one dead motorcycle).
Yesterday, I was supposed to take the van to the wife during lunch and she would return me to work. Instead I brought it to her just before her appointment and my daughter’s activity. She implored me just to drive back to work and she’d make phone calls to find a way home. Instead, I picked up a bus schedule, scrounged a dollar bill, four dimes, a nickel, and five pennies, and within minutes I was sitting on a KAT bus. For the record, buses will accept more money than the fare ($1.50) but gives change as bus credit so a $5 bill gets you 3.3 rides and they don’t take credit cards. I asked the driver instructions on how to depart the bus near my destination and she to me when I should pull the cord (which rings the driver). The ride was comfortable and relaxing. The other riders were sane and only toward the end of the trip did two passengers come in stinking of cigarette smoke. Twenty minutes later I was departing the bus. KAT only drops passengers at official stops so I found myself with a bit of a hike to get to the office. The walk was 10 minutes. $1.50 and thirty minutes traveled me from West Knoxville to campus without the wear and tear, gas, or tension of driving my own car.
Overall, I have not been on a KAT bus in over a decade or two and believed that it just wasn’t a viable means of transportation due to lack of stops and infrequency of pickups but I found that the commute wasn’t much different than driving myself. If anything, I may become a commuter who drives to the mall then rides the bus downtown. Hopefully KAT will extend a route down Northshore and the bus will become an even more viable option.
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Dad of the year
Two of my children have entered The Age of Bickering. Every parent knows it. No matter how inconsequential, these two find something to fight over. The seven year old knows how to push the buttons of the ten year old and enjoys doing so. The ten year old wants to control everything and sets up scenarios she know will get the seven year old going. My morning routine consists of constantly reminding them, "please don’t fight" "please get along." I have a quota and apparently I can repeat myself only so many times before the Hulk takes over. Then everyone cries and I feel like a cad for the rest of the day. It’s quite amazing how quickly a calm, happy morning can turn to disaster and tension. I have committed myself to becoming Zen Dad but I’m a far way from snatching any stones from palms.
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From the mouths of babes
Moe’s employee: "What can I get you brother?"
Evan, seven years old: "You’re not my brother."
Moe’s employee: "Little man, that just means I like you. We’re friends."
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Wanna screw?
Today I glanced down at my desk to see a tiny screw beside my headphones. I immediately assume a screw fell out of the headphones. Nope. All accounted for. I study the screw. It’s a tiny machine screw with a slightly rounded head. I have no idea what it belongs to. So, naturally, I come to the conclusion that I need to buy a small bag of tiny machine screws and start secretly leaving one or two beside people’s laptops and other electronic devices! This is the purpose of this tiny screw.
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Knoxville just had an earthquake
The house shook. I wondered who was running on my roof. Sounded like a marathon detoured over the roof. Yes, Knoxville, Tennessee just had an earthquake.
The epicenter was 8 miles west of Whitesburg, Kentucky.
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From the mouths of babes
Evan, seven years old: "Daddy, wanna know something? When you get too old, you get a goatee."
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From the mouths of babes
Cathy: "Doug, practice your breathing please."
Best wife e’vr! Without Cathy, I’d be on the floor all blue in the face.
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Death to electronics!
I held onto my Razr flip phone way too long. Eventually the battery soldered to the circuit board died and I was unable to replace it. Thus began my life with a smartphone and do I ever love it! So much of my life revolves around the applications in my iPhone 3GS that I feel uncomfortable without them. I joke that without my iPhone, my IQ drops 10 points. Last night, my iPhone died. The Apple Store says the hard drive failed or something internal died. I asked, "is it the battery?" They replied flatly, "No." I suspect it is the battery and ordered a replacement. We shall see in two days.
In other electronic deaths, my laptop’s battery has given up the ghost. Maybe I just need to return to the woods.
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It’s the journey
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And we camped!
Evan and I just returned from our first camping trip to the Cosby Campground in the GSMNP. Greenbrier used to be my hideaway in the Smokies and is still one of my favorite spots. Cosby is on the Greenbrier side of the mountains and was a wonderful experience! Our scouts, their parents, their support, our pack, its support, the attitudes, the adventures and the weather were all great…better…they were perfect! This is one of those father/son bonding experiences that had so many precious moments that this trip will always hold a special place in my heart.
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Time
The trouble is that by the time you are done with your 2nd and 3rd job, you are too tired to do all those things you want to do with the family.
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From the mouths of babes
Me: "Who picked their nose and put boogers on the wall?"
Blushing child: "I sneezed."
