Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Monday, December 22, 2014
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Friday, December 12, 2014
I'm actually enjoying myself. I've spent a little more time working this week, but that has allowed me to get ahead of my work worries.
I don't watch TV now. I've also stopped drinking. Those two activities have freed up more time and energy.
This weekend I'm going away to C2's vacation cabin. I wanted some time alone. I'm also a little worried that if I stay in the city then I'll spend my first weekend as a new single man cruising for sex on the internet. The cabin will give me a place to collect my thoughts and plan a little.
C2 informed the neighbor that I would at his cabin and is paying her to clean a little and give me a key. She is uh... interesting...
>>>>>> BC (a friend) will be at the place this weekend as well. I'm just
>>>>>> trying to ensure someone is there. If you need to be at work, please say
>>>>>> That’s wonderful..I am excited to have someone to talk to...lol You want me to get him a few paper plates and
>>>>>> solo cups? I have a few extra pans I can take down there..I want him to be
>>>>>> comfortable..What time will he be arriving..I will leave key under the mat
>>>>>> downstairs for him? I will get him some soap and shampoo?
> Sorry I know I am a pain in the rear end..May I buy dishwasher
> detergent? When I go to thrift store tomorrow I am going to buy a few
> cheap kitchen supplies if that’s ok, hand held can opener? Maybe a
> couple baking dishes just in case? I will be very thrifty..They are
> only going to be a few dollars and a few pieces of silverware and
> spatula etc if they appear brandnew? I am just trying to make it easy
> on your friends cause to go back to town for a few items 10 miles up[
> and back..will not be very relaxing for them..Unless you think you
> have a few kitchen supplies in spare room?
> I promise this is last email..
This weekend away may not be as away as I hope.
Monday, December 08, 2014
This is a time of transition.
It's hard on RO. He's not taking this well. At the same time, he's too stubborn to reach out for help or compromise on what he thinks is the right solution-- me by his side, helping him through all his problems. This stubbornness is one of the reasons I left. But he is not capable of hearing that right now. His guard is way up.
Saturday, December 06, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Wednesday, November 05, 2014
Friday, October 31, 2014
Oh yeah. This blog is now 14 years old. At the beginning of every month I read over the posts from the same month in prior years. Since it's November, I read over the posts from November 2013, November 2012 and so on all the way back to 2000. It's starting to take a long time to do all this reading.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Two Vines wine. It's about $6.00 a bottle and I enjoy it very much. Yes, sometimes I like a good $30.00 bottle of wine. But you know, for me, a $30.00 bottle of wine isn't $24.00 better than Two Vines. I'd rather have five bottles of Two Vines. When it comes to wine I'm very careful to rein in my pallet. I like being able to enjoy a $6.00 bottle of wine.
Dicks Hamburgers and Red Robin. Red Robin makes a good burger. No doubt about it. Dicks makes small, inexpensive sliders. They are not gourmet by any standard. But, if you are out late drinking with friends, then nothing is better than pulling up to a Dicks Drive In and ordering a meal—a Deluxe burger, fries and a vanilla shake. If I remember, I'll splurge and spend an extra 10 cents on ketchup. The whole thing costs less than $8.00. It's all lower quality than Red Robin, but it's right for that moment.
These are situations where absolute standards and relative standards live in stark contrast to each other. Is my life worse off because I settled for a Dicks Deluxe instead of a Red Robin Whiskey River burger? Or because I settled for $6.00 of Two Vines instead of $30.00 for Five Star? No, of course not.
Of course this view creates a problem. How do I tell what good quality is if external factors, the place the time, my feelings, turn something that's cheap into something that's wonderful. I think Persig dealt with this "Zen and the Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance" when he asked "What is quality?" and went off into the weeds trying to answer that question rather than accepting that we can't easily define quality.
If I can't define quality, then how do I hold high standards? Perhaps the answer is that I have to hold myself to high standards, but accept that the world around me is going to be filled with experiences of various levels of quality.
I've spent the past few days working near Christiansburg VA. It's a very nice place. Very pastoral. One thing that frustrates me is how difficult it is to find a nice restaurant. BBQ and Greasy hole-in-the-wall's are all that's around. BBQ is good for one day but then…
Is this a regional cuisine that I don't have an appreciation for, or does this region just accept bad cooking? Could I develop my pallet to appreciate the finer points of places that consistently over boil there vegetables and serve iceberg lettuce with some brown bits still attached? By all accounts the people of Christiansburg are very happy with their city. If I were to tell them that I wanted to spend lots of money on well roasted vegetables drizzled with the right amount of a tasty sauce, a prime cut of rare steak and a nice glass of wine, they would look at me a little puzzled and point out that I could have five chicken friends steaks with all you can eat vegetables for the price of one of my meals. That the chicken fried steak isn't that bad, especially when it has good gravy on it. In short, they would point out I had overly refined tastes that weren't doing me a lot of good.
Where is the balance in all of this? When are tastes over refined? When are they too low? This all can't be a regional popularity contest, can it? Perhaps this is why Persig went mad when he thought about the nature of quality.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
One thing that's kind of weird is that there are no expensive restaurants here. I have a $75.00 a day budget for food and I can't spend it all. If I have a few drinks at night, then my daily bill will be $30.00
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Sunday, August 10, 2014
The weather was wonderful the whole time.
My father helped us fix the riding lawn mower. He found the bearing that seized, replaced it, and showed us how to maintain the others.
We got to see the local sights; the local tourist activities that you never do when you live in a place. We toured the local Boeing plant where they build 747's. One of the kids called that the best experience of his life. I think he'll be an engineer. The 747 plant is a site to behold. It's the largest building, by volume, in the world. Tens of thousands of people work there. dozens of jets fit comfortably within it.
Of course we also played, went to a water park, hiked to a water falls.
And we played bocce ball, on a hilly back yard, in the evening. The hill and the darkness made the game very random. Fun, but random.
The last of the guests left this morning. We are cleaning up and readying our selves for work.
Monday, August 04, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
It turns out our hill is mostly sand. It has a thin layer of topsoil to support the grass. Below that it's fine sand. As the truck drove up the hill, the grass gave way. The truck tires dug into the sand. The truck got stuck.
We first tried to use the big truck to tow the small truck up. This didn't work. The big truck couldn't maneuver through the trees to a location wide enough that towing was possible.
RO called in three tow truck companies. All of them declined to help after seeing the situation. "I think my truck would get stuck." one driver declared.
We tried putting rocks and lumber under the tires. We got into many heated arguments over how to rescue the truck.
For two weeks the little truck was stuck in the yard.
Then, it occurred to RO that if we had about 200 feet of good wire cable, then that would be enough cable to run from the little truck at the bottom of the hill, to the road on the other side of the hill. Then we could do a long distance tow of the truck.
Begrudgingly I went to a hardware store to buy that much cable. I saw that the really strong cable was about a dollar a foot. Sigh. I picked up a whole spool, 250ft, of the cable. Expensive!
I brought the spool to the cashier. She scanned the bar code, did a double take, then scanned the bar code again. She turned to me at said "That will be $1.10" She didn't realize the spool was 250 units, not one.
I realized her mistake almost immediately. I forced my face to stay calm. I felt a little guilty. I handed over my $1.10.
The little truck was successfully towed up the hill.
Sunday, July 06, 2014
Three of the pocket bears were there. They don't seem to be hanging together any more.
It's too bad. Not that I've kept in touch either.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Friday, March 28, 2014
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Monday, March 03, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Saturday, February 08, 2014
Thursday, February 06, 2014
Saturday, February 01, 2014
Friday, January 31, 2014
Thursday, January 30, 2014
He forgot to call last night. I didn't think much of it. He called me this morning. At some point while we were talking, he where I was.
"At work" I answered.
"What are you at work at eight?"
"It's only eight."
"You usually go home by six."
"I just got to work. It's eight in the morning."
"What? Oh my God."
He didn't realize he'd been up all night. When he got to his hotel room, and saw the clock, he thought it was 8pm. He said. "Vegas has no time. I left work at four, gambled a little, talked to some people, then came back to the hotel."
Monday, January 27, 2014
25 seasons. Wow. Longer than my career.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Its good to know I'm not the only one who thinks very deeply about a very narrow field.