• Unexpected Day Off

    Due to wanting someone present at home for the inspection that the property management company notified us about, I took the day off. (Paranoid? Us? Why, yes, thank you.) Of course, I already had a hair appointment scheduled, so I took care of that and then came straight home.

    The day was spent mostly downstairs, reading and waiting, waiting and reading. (By the way? C.J. Cherryh’s “Foreigner” books are outstanding. Just so you know.) I rather dislike sitting and waiting, mind you, but at least I got in a lot of quiet reading time for my trouble. The cats loved having a captive lap, too. (Yes, I did take my Claritin.)

    So, the inspection turned out to be the maintenance guy installing new toilet-tank flappers in an effort to deal with a perceived water leak. Ho, hum. Mind you, I approve of the thinking behind it: Instead of wasting time hunting around for the source of the problem, just go after the most likely sources with a bit of new equipment. I’m all for the idea of lowering the water bill, too.

    To cap the day, I had a nice early dinner out with Lil’. For once, I elected not to have a breakfast-type meal… I think I’m sort of burned out on eggs and hashbrowns for a while.

    Tomorrow, back to the grind and the backlog of chores that need doing…

  • Welcome to my hometown.

    This, folks, is where I spent a large portion of my childhood from age 7 ‘til age 13. That town at the left edge of the lake-like river structure is Brewster, WA. If you follow the Columbia to the right and down, you’ll see Bridgeport. Just east of there is the Chief Joseph Dam. Between Brewster and Bridgeport along the south shore of the river is what’s called the Bridgeport Bar, where I’ve lived in at least three different houses that I can think off right off-hand. And if you click-drag the map a bit north and west and follow the road west out of Brewster and then up into the Indian Dan Canyon you can see where the road sort of zigzags as it goes down one side of a valley and back up the other. Right there is where my grandmother used to live, and that’s the first house we stayed in when we moved into the area. I think. (My memory’s a bit fuzzy.)

    Near as I can tell from this semi-recent satellite imagery, not much has physically changed about the place. Hmm. Go figure, eh?

    Google Map: Brewster WA

  • Pulled in so many directions…

    I know I’ve had an overwhelming day when I sit here at 5:00 realizing that I did almost nothing that I actually set out to do today. Sure, I replaced that one hard drive, but the computer swap? The new file-transfer website? The new intranet site? The monitor replacement that I promised a sales manager a week ago? The monthly checklist? Nope, didn’t get anywhere near any of that.

    A visiting salesguy from Marketron asked me this afternoon how large of a staff I have to run seven radio stations’ worth of computer equipment. I just laughed, and laughed, and laughed…

  • DST = Denied Sleep Time

    I was a good boy. I got home at a decent hour last night. I went to bed early enough. I didn’t eat or drink anything right before bedtime. By all rights, I should be rested and ready for my day today.

    But then you have to factor in the

    • insomnia that kept me awake well past midnight…
    • phone going off at 2:30am to alert me to a downed webserver…
    • getting back to bed at 4:30am right after (finally) fixing said webserver…
    • full-blown allergy attack as I was getting to bed…
    • and the alarm going off a full hour before my body was really expecting it.

    Put all of that together, and you have a Me who has slept very, very little. I’m teetering and wobbling through my workday, and let me tell you how fun that is! Whee!

  • Done gone flown south, he has.

    I just got word today that my friend Ben, that reclusive MSTie and Anglophile, not only has a job and a girlfriend, but a new address.

    In SoCal.

    And he left early this morning.

    And no, according to his friend John, this is not an April Fool’s prank.

    Well… I wish him nothing but the best. He could certainly stand some happiness and personal success, after the last half-dozen years or so of not-so-much-fun. Still, I wish I’d at least been there to see him off.

    Ah well. Such is life. People move on, hopefully to bigger and better things…

  • There’s funny, there’s unfunny, and there’s this.

    Reactions were mixed, to say the least. A couple of people thought it was darned clever of us. One called me names for a minute, then laughed. At least one person didn’t take the hint I sent their way. If you, personally, were offended, I most sincerely apologize.

    Whether you think it was clever or cruel, funny or tasteless, it was just an April Fool’s joke. Dawn and I are okay. Heck, we’re better than okay. A weird side-effect of reading one another’s entries is that it actually renewed our resolve and made us appreciate one another more.

    Now if you want to read about a really funny prank I was involved in, check out the story of the voice-activated fax machine