Random
Just some random stuff for the week that was.
Well, what a week it's been. Some very sad news, with the deaths of four fine young Boy Scouts in Iowa, and the flooding, and the death of much admired journalist Tim Russert. Our scout troop put off starting their camp out last night because of the thunderstorm watch, something I don't think they've ever done before. But a lot of parents were anxious about it. I know I went home and hugged my 13 year old Boy Scout pretty tight after I heard, and pretty frequently thereafter the rest of the week.
But he's on his way today for a service project at the local Scout Camp, and helping get the troop's gear in shape for the trip to Virginia next month for Summer Camp. Wee Hob will have to miss that, as there's a program here he needs more that conflicted with the Summer Camp dates. I've got another Reds game this afternoon (dare I hope we get rained out?) so I couldn't go with the guys. And I'm at Panera with the idea that maybe I should get some writing done today. And you see I'm making a journal post instead. Which is writing, of a sort....
I'm also online to be supportive of my good work friend, who has gone in to help with the switchover to the new company's network. Our boss should be there, but he "had plans." I think if they're going to get rid of him, this switchover will be when they'll do it, and he's not been giving them any really good reason to keep him on, honestly. It's frustrating watching it, and I feel bad about it. We all do. So with my friend stepping up to help and being in today because our boss refused to do it, I can't believe they won't talk to him about the future and offer him a role in it. Sadly, might be the only thing that saves the rest of us. I still keep expecting them to just replace us all with new people who are more open to their way of doing things, judging us based on my boss' (and some other people's) behavior. Hope not, as I am starting to like what I'm doing again and am seeing some ways I can move into better roles myself. If they keep us on.
I've been meaning to mention the Cicadas. This isn't as widespread as the emergence of a different brood in 2004, but up where I work they are Everywhere. Unlike the annual cicadas, which are usually green or greenish black, these are cool black bugs with red demon eyes. From a distance, as they fly back and forth in the trees, they look like bees buzzing around a hive. They are loud enough in the afternoon to be heard over the highway noise and my radio as I'm on 71S going home. Driving through them reminds me of the shots of the Starship Enterprise going through a starfield. Except some of these "stars" are not quite so lucky as to miss my windshield. But there's a gazillion more where those came from.
Well, I have some work to get done before I go out to the ballpark. Hope to revise a bit of ILP 8 and finish ch 9. And get started on editing my Summer of Giles Epic. I've recently joined a WIP finishing community, and a rolling ficathon where you have to complete a chapter the last Monday of each month. I really need to get something resembling a work ethic. Ah well. Happy Saturday to all.
Well, what a week it's been. Some very sad news, with the deaths of four fine young Boy Scouts in Iowa, and the flooding, and the death of much admired journalist Tim Russert. Our scout troop put off starting their camp out last night because of the thunderstorm watch, something I don't think they've ever done before. But a lot of parents were anxious about it. I know I went home and hugged my 13 year old Boy Scout pretty tight after I heard, and pretty frequently thereafter the rest of the week.
But he's on his way today for a service project at the local Scout Camp, and helping get the troop's gear in shape for the trip to Virginia next month for Summer Camp. Wee Hob will have to miss that, as there's a program here he needs more that conflicted with the Summer Camp dates. I've got another Reds game this afternoon (dare I hope we get rained out?) so I couldn't go with the guys. And I'm at Panera with the idea that maybe I should get some writing done today. And you see I'm making a journal post instead. Which is writing, of a sort....
I'm also online to be supportive of my good work friend, who has gone in to help with the switchover to the new company's network. Our boss should be there, but he "had plans." I think if they're going to get rid of him, this switchover will be when they'll do it, and he's not been giving them any really good reason to keep him on, honestly. It's frustrating watching it, and I feel bad about it. We all do. So with my friend stepping up to help and being in today because our boss refused to do it, I can't believe they won't talk to him about the future and offer him a role in it. Sadly, might be the only thing that saves the rest of us. I still keep expecting them to just replace us all with new people who are more open to their way of doing things, judging us based on my boss' (and some other people's) behavior. Hope not, as I am starting to like what I'm doing again and am seeing some ways I can move into better roles myself. If they keep us on.
I've been meaning to mention the Cicadas. This isn't as widespread as the emergence of a different brood in 2004, but up where I work they are Everywhere. Unlike the annual cicadas, which are usually green or greenish black, these are cool black bugs with red demon eyes. From a distance, as they fly back and forth in the trees, they look like bees buzzing around a hive. They are loud enough in the afternoon to be heard over the highway noise and my radio as I'm on 71S going home. Driving through them reminds me of the shots of the Starship Enterprise going through a starfield. Except some of these "stars" are not quite so lucky as to miss my windshield. But there's a gazillion more where those came from.
Well, I have some work to get done before I go out to the ballpark. Hope to revise a bit of ILP 8 and finish ch 9. And get started on editing my Summer of Giles Epic. I've recently joined a WIP finishing community, and a rolling ficathon where you have to complete a chapter the last Monday of each month. I really need to get something resembling a work ethic. Ah well. Happy Saturday to all.