the first grandchild will be a boy.
name yet to be finalized.
October 3, 2009
The children are remodeling the bathroom. Will it be done, or at least will there be a functioning toilet by next Thursday?
They should have started at noon today, it’s now 3:30.
They say don’t worry, but Peter has to do the heavy lifting and he
just got a new job so it they don’t finish by Sunday, well, it’s unpleasant to think about. Le sigh.
September 22, 2009
yes, the UW beat USC!
Now 45-0 nothing sounds impressive, but come on, Tulsa? How come Oklahoma doesn’t play real teams?
September 13, 2009
every thing’s in the mail, we’re good to go!
we’ll be poor but happy. the cat will have to bring us fud.
finally. about time he earned his keep.
i’m fond of rat. very versatile. makes a good fondue.
in ten minutes I shall cut open my first grown cantaloupe.
edible? eh, 9% yes, 91 not likely. sigh.
September 5, 2009
One of my last projects is too delete twelve years of data I have collected in various copies of my databases, which have provided mass quantities of reports otherwise unavailable from any other university source.
I must delete them because A) they’re not in files useable by my replacement, B) or any programmer who doesn’t understand our unique payroll and HR, 3) they contain sensitive info, like SSN.
It’s like cleaning out the basement. There’s stuff I’ve forgotten about, cool stuff, wow, I was really smart once upon a time. Every now and then I’ll hesitate to press the button because I think, what if I ever come back, or someone calls me up and says, “Did you have a copy of soandso?”
Then I think, nah. But if they did then I’d say, “Well, duh, I deleted it. If it was that important, why didn’t you support the system?”
Of course, what an ego I have. Is there anything really that they’d miss so much as to call me up?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, ah. Yes, there is.
The accounting data, they can get that. but the several reports collectively called ‘The Rosters” are toast.
Alas, using this early retirement, I can not work in any capacity whatsoever that is paid from a state budget, not even as an outside consultant, or my retirement ends. Of course, once I stop, I can re-retire again, but that has it’s own set of problems, so I doubt if they’ll be so desperate to come up with the magic number that would cause me to say, “OK.”
It’s a big number. After all, my feelings were hurt. No, really, they were. Ok, ok, no they weren’t, but my ego was bruised! See, you can see the scar!
This next week, more documentation, pizza party on Thursday, turn in IMA card, wahhhh! I was hoping that would last until 9/30. Darn, I won’t get to see all the newbie freshmen get thrown off the apocalyptical and dreadmill machines.
August 29, 2009
I can start counting down by hours now.
August 11, 2009
Do I care? No. Officially gave notice yesterday. Out of hell effective October 1. Think I’ll smoke me some brisket.
August 7, 2009
Retired. There’s no point to work. There is no plan, the directors are lying, yes, lying, out right coverups. So I see no point in wasting my time.
Two months notice and they’ll just have to live without all the crappy reports and data I’ve been providing. And I won’t lose sleep over losing a payroll because we have no backup.
This means I will have lots of time to babysit my cantaloupes!
Yes, I have a cantaloupe on a plant! Now if I can just keep the raccoons away.
Tired, retired, I may take up gellato making.
July 29, 2009
i t got to 100, doesn’t look like we’ll make 101 which would be a new record for Seattle. The good thing is, when it gets this hot, it’s not nearly as humid as Houston or Chicago. The bad thing is, since we have so few extreme days, we have little air conditioning.
Fortunately we have a basement. Granted it gets a bit sweaty arm wrestling the spiders for the futon, but despite their eight legs, they really are pretty wimpy.
Watching movies in the basement: Phoebe in Wonderland, a wonderful movie, superb acting, nicely written, Phoebe tries out for the role of Alice and Phoebe has some issues, but so do her parents, but then there’s the new theater/drama teacher. Not maudlin, not over done, just a great little movie. Watch it! That’s an order.
Winona Ryder still lives in “The Last Word” with Wes Bentley who writes epitaphical poetry for dying people, and wrote one for Winona’s brother, and they start dating and it gets complicated, but not too complicated, angst but with humor, and Ray Romano as one of Wes’ clients, the ending is worth waiting for.
Now, Australia or poker. Hmm, could do both, but double tasking usually doesn’t work out so well.
July 17, 2009
We’re are likely to be g………..gr……….
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………………………….parental units!!!!!!!!!!!!
