June 10th, 2011
What have I been doing?
I’ve been taking photos with Instagram. It’s iPhone only. I want it for my kids on their Android phones.
Leah and I are properly moved into an apartment in San Diego. My stepdaughter is staying with us for the summer. We have beds and a couch and a loveseat. We don’t have a table or a television.
I had to ask my neighbor and his friends 3 times to stop yelling hateful stuff at the Rock n Roll marathoners at 8:30am on a Sunday. Large quantities of beer and cigarettes on Sunday morning? Loud yelling? Insulting? That makes me want to punch you in your stupid face. You are on my list. I am middle-aged, I get to have a list, and you are on it. I am not afraid to state my needs and screw with your life if you are actively being an asshole. I believe strongly in Christian Charity, but it’s Sunday morning, and Jesus thinks you’re a jerk.
The death and services for my Grandmother, Jean Crawford are over now. I am not happy to have no living grandparents. I am even less pleased not to have a Mom who is living.
I have a mother-in-law and an ex-mother-in-law though.
I understand now how the death of loved ones can cause embitteredness. The bile flirts with me and sometimes we dance about with angry glee. The dances are thankfully short. Sometimes I ask grace to dance too, and sometimes she agrees.
I’m working a contract for a large company building frontend things. I’m classified as an engineer. This is being very kind to me, title wise. Calling me a frontend designer and developer and programmer is more correct.
Work is secondary for me.
I am happy to be a Swiss Army Knife. I am not meant to be critical infrastructure. Except for family.
The large company has a library. I am learning new things.
My wife and I have health and dental insurance for the first time in nearly a decade. What this means I’m not sure.
I am commuting by bus. I even have a bus pass for the first time in a long time.
My flurry of beach swimming last month terminated with more rainyness and more family events. Swimming is queued up in my activity list.
I live in San Diego. I sometimes miss aspects of Roanoke and Virginia. There is family, and a few wonderful friends who I largely neglect. Come to think of it, I neglect my friends everywhere. Maybe I can improve that. Add it to the activity list.
Virginia is green. It has a certain warmth. People look you in the eye there, and seem to wish you well. Here, it’s eyes front. People would rather not know you. I don’t act that way here.
People ask me for directions. They always have. I must look like I know where I am, and where I’m going.
Sometimes I do.