Archive for July, 2009

Slow news day

July 8, 2009

OK – just slow Jay day.
Big project is on its way, which means my part is just about over (I hope).
Some clean-up, and then the actual physical clean-up remains.

Yesterday was spent in meetings, with said clean-up, and trying to list all of the things that had fallen by the wayside over the last 3-4 weeks.

Then my body did its own little rebellion, so we are even slower today.
I don’t think I have the flu or even a real cold, but still …
If you are sick – stay home. So home I am. and slow.
So – off I go to pitter patter around the house.
I will probably try to slowly do some work on-line – it is not vacation time yet.

As Carl would say, go have a glass of workahol.

Good Things

July 5, 2009

Friends
That have good times with you.
They have bad times with you.
They cheer you on when you do hard things.
That let you just be lazy when you need a break.
They let you be yourself.
They marry you and stay with you for a long time.

7-5-1985

7-5-1985

Kris, Jay, Carl, Dave

Kris, Jay, Carl, Dave

Vacating

July 4, 2009

We are!
This is reminiscent of a vacation we took a few years ago, through St. Louis.
Actually, the biggest similarity is that it is hot. Triple digits or at least close.
A few years ago we were in similar temps with a car with no AC. But that was in August.
There was also a St Louis vacation (me alone) on the 4th of July. Went to the Arch. Played Knots. Ran through a rainstorm.

Last night was an Em’s game (Little Minor league A M’s), followed by fireworks.
The game was crowded and stiffling hot. The fireworks were fun. Down on the outfield, lying in the grass.

This morning was the Butte-Butte run/walk. Dan ran, the rest of us walked. The walk was a 4.5 mile. Enjoyable fun. Everybody made it – Jay, Carl, Chris, Elisia, Parker, Maggie, Sue, Kevin, Angela – ages 4-52. Then a few of us walked about 1-2 miles more to get coffee (how Seattle). Really, the minivan only held so many, and there were a few more of us than so many.

So – my milage is a bit shorter than it should be, and last week was devoid of exercise.
Falling off the training wagon, but will get back on next week. 45 days or so to go, so it won’t be the end of the world.

(Rey – if you’re reading, Carl said he parked 70, and Parker got 1 off of Carl)
I’m not sure, but there may have been a little bit of exaggeration going on.

A 3 Day Weekend

July 2, 2009

I even tried to leave work early.
Not tremendously early, just 1/2 hour. A mere 30 minutes.

I went to check with my project of the hour compatriot to be sure he had things handled.
I knew he had just been talking with one customer because he had asked me a question.

But less than 5 minutes later – he was gone.
And then I realized that all other manager, supervisor types were also gone.

So – I turned my computer back on, called home to giveĀ an ETA of home arrival, and went back to work.

But at 4:30 I was packed up and ready to skeedaddle. Checked in with the 2 that stay until 5, and out the door.

The original idea had been to get home, pack (since there had not been any time to accomplish this earlier), and take off for a 5 hour (under good conditions) jaunt southward.
But while slogging through the homeward commute I decided that the tonight or tomorrow AM question was listing toward the AM.

So – now, as soon as that was agreed to by all involved, the tiredness is coming in waves.
I need to pick it up for a bit and finish the packing part.
Early to bed will probably not be an issue, and then it will be early to rise.

It will also allow us to spend at least part of an evening with our friend Dennis – who lives south, but is spending the fabulous fourth here.

3 Day Weekends are:
Sweet, Awesome, Rad, Cool, Groovy, or whatever your generation likes to use to describe Nice.

Saved

July 2, 2009

Saved by friends.

You know when it’s your significant other’s birthday,
but you’re just too busy to do much,
you manage one kind-of present – not a surprise (so practical)
and you just can’t find your way around work
and you only come home because you think your kid needs the car?

But your friends decide to have a birthday party –
at their house
with pizza and cake and ice cream and presents

And another friend brings movies (16 mm)
from the 1920’s up through maybe the 1960’s
with an intermission and everything
(The Marquis would have really enjoyed the approximately 1957 film on bicycle safety).

And somebody called a few more friends and we all had a good time.

And I now have a lot to be thankful for.

And Carl had a good birthday.