Reality Me

Fantastic afternoon! Went with the father-in-law to Podunk to don steel toed rubbers over my shoes and put ear plugs in my ears and tour a cinder block building that manufacturers a product. I can’t say too much because of ethics. I get the pleasure of building a software project for an industrial platform. Way cool to see their operation and immediately see how I could impact their efficiency, quality, production and bottom line. Time to dust off MS Project and be real about this.

This visit got me really jazzed about some of the things that are so easily accessible like the variety of sensors etc and the realization that so many of my ideas could be brought to furition if only I had a couple of million dollars. Perhaps I need to spend more time writing business plans.

Relief! Nothing like a good bath to make the stress go away. Thank goodness for the Romans! (re plumbing) Trying hard not to get stressed over finding clean clothes.

It’s 10. In less than 3 hours I’ll be picked up for a 1 hour drive to a potentially well priced project. My greatest panic is that I’ve got much paperwork to do but doing the paperwork gets in the way of soliciting work; not soliciting work gets in the way of paying bills and feeding my family; part of the paperwork is for soliciting work; must do more programming; need a bath. Nevermind. These circular pointless inner conversations clutter my thoughts and reak havoc on my days. It’s best to pick something and work on it. Small successes!

Throat feels better. Nose is sore.

Was feeling lousy. Went down for a powernap and awoke briefly energized and feeling great! However, it suddenly occured to me that I needed to give fair treatment to the other side of my body so I flipped and powernapped again and awoke rearing to go but now I’d had to much time to think and was panicing myself so another power nap to calm the mind (this becomes not a power nap but “hiding”); however, I was saved by a a friend with a technical question. Thank you!

Note: I’m on day 5 of 0, zilch, none, no caffeine; that’s down from 2 full pots of coffee a day plus several cokes.

I should mention that the other children are all off to school. Tommy slipped away while I was driving the others to school. I saw his bus as I was returning home. Sarah just moved like she didn’t care if she was late and was very perturbed that her report card was not ready to go. She declared “you must send a note!” which I did.

Nothing more disgusting than having a baby use your shirt as a handkerchief for green snot.

The baby is happy and energetic. Read me two stories already. Found a picture in the paper that she thought was “mama.”

Trama resolved.

The air in the house is so dry. I feel like my skin could just flake off. I’m so dehydrated. Outside it’s like a tropical rain forest which reminds me that the rainy season is coming and I’m short the $1000 I need to finish the French drain in front of the house. It will take me a week by myself or 2 weekends with a couple of strong backs helping me. I need to rent a backhoe, purchase pipe, rock, tar (or other sealant), thick mil’d plastic, and 2 or 3 dumps of soil. If I rent the backhoe, I can use it to move rock and dirt around. However, it might behoove me to pay someone with experience to dig out the ditch ($50/hr expect 4-6 hours) then rent a Bobcat to move stuff around. For this yard, buying a used Bobcat would probably be wise.

A New Day!

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This Morning

Woke at 5 could not get up.

Woke again at 6:10. Rats. Too much to get done this morning; unmatching bright socks and unfinished homework. Trama begins early. The socks match.

Last Night

The wife and I watched family guy and talked in bed. We are over the rough weekend. Took some cold medicine that put me out hard.

I see Cathy has invited our television to join our soft addiction to blogging. I’ve always wondered what that hollow brain sucking box was thinking!

Beginning to doubt that I inherited my father’s woodworking skills

More programming accomplished.

Enzimes added to slow sink upstairs. Crossfingers; I’d hate to think I didn’t have the pipes angeled enough. I’m thinking that there was an awful lot of corrison from the lack of use of those pipes and that something just needs to be freed in the pipes. Hmm. Corrison would be inorganic and the enzimes would be of no use. I may need to snake the pipes. No big deal.

Time to work on the pinewood derby car.

You know that feeling you have when you’ve had a congested head cold for several days and you are just starting to feel better and you yawn real big and suddenly everything is more clear. Yeah, that’s the one!