Aunt Kathy and Uncle Lanny were visiting Julie and Bob this weekend, and on Sunday they drove in to the city to hang out with us. We all met up at Lagunitas, a spot that we all enjoyed a few months back when we visited for Father’s Day.
The game of moving things from one place to the other continues.
This is really just a post for me. It’s cryptic, I realize… but this is just something I wanted to post and record for myself. Future me is going to look back on this and laugh.
One of these days, I really need to give TDD a go. I keep meaning to, but the urge to see something tangible and functional on the screen quickly is too strong a drug.
I was scrolling around over old artists I had in my Spotify library, and returned to The Decemberists – a group I hadn’t listened to in a long while. I mostly know their album “The King is Dead,” and have my favorites there. But I started to look around at some older stuff, and began listening to “The Crane Wife.”
Came home to find Liz and Bob standing near the stairs on the first floor, checking out some wallpaper samples.
I’ve not really had a personal project in a good while. I’ve noodled around, but nothing has realy come of it. I guess the last two days I’ve also noodled around a bit, but something might be starting to take shape.
It’s nice to be in the midst of a long weekend, this weekend. The last two months, there’s been a big push on a large feature at work, which our entire team has been focused on. It’s a large, company-wide initiative and our main goal was to complete work by Labor Day – which we did.
“The child walks between her father and mother,
holding their hands. She makes the shape of the y“
I suited up after work, and kind of got into a steady groove. Got the wall done and debris bagged and cleared out to boot. Though it made for a late night, I felt quite productive. Conked out pretty soon afer dinner, though.
Essentially, the show stars Justin Willman who goes around and performs a lot of “street magic,” purportedly without any camera tricks or actors involved. I found Willman to be a very charming host, whose comedic timing is pretty spot-on.
I was taking a late morning nap on Sunday, falling in and out of sleep. And during that time, I had two, possibly three separate dreams about code related to my work.
Last Saturday, I had to set up a temporary area for the bunnies in our basement. I spent a while cleaning up the area first, then got some blankets down for a makeshift pen.
“After every war
someone has to clean up.”