Where's Garren?
(...or, the long strange trip, vol. II)
As quite a few folks have noted, I've been under the radar for more than a week now. No, I haven't been avoiding the NSA, CIA, FBI or any state or local law enforcement agency. I have, however, been on the road, pulling some long hours on the job.
We're down a couple of people at the office now, it's vacation season, and there was a rash of murders in Winchester about six months ago. That means a rash of murder trials now, and as such even more people disappear into court rooms for hours on end.
So, I've been filling in. I haven't even been back to my office in Strasburg this week. Tack on some computer problems, and I'm glad to be here in my recliner, listening to the soundtrack to Kill Bill. An excellent movie, btw, but not for kids.
What time I have had at home has been spent in a concerted effort to play with Gracie and help out Barbara. Her run in with E.Coli or whatever pathogen made her worship the white idol last week still has her tad run down, so I've been chief bottle washer here for a while. It's nice... sometimes I get more accomplished here with a sink of soapy water in an hour than I do in eight hours with a computer on the job.
Gracie and I get up together around 9 a.m. every day. We get the paper and sit down together for two waffles each, with copious syrup. On occasion I'll read her an editorial, and she'll point out stuff she wants in the sale papers. Yesterday, she was flipping through and said "**Gasp!** Oh my goodness!" I don't know what grabbed her, but it was apparently a shock to a toddler.
I didn't mind the dish thing until today, when I ran some major splinters into my hand and had to operate with an X-acto knife and tweezers. Dawn may soften your hands while you do dishes, but it also lights up the pain receptors on open cuts like a Christmas Tree.
That's a big reason this evening was, as Brad Paisley puts it, time well wasted. We piled up and watched the Pocono race. Gracie spent a lot of time on her potty, cheering when someone would speed by in a close up. Not long after, we all had dinner, then hit the floor for some good old fashioned romping.
My daughter is tough. Hanging upsidedown, standing on her head, it doesn't matter. She laughs. Unless you tickle too rough. "Don't pinch!" I always apologize.
Anyway, here's what I've been doing.
1) Just knocked off the new Star Wars novel, Betrayal. Not a bad read, but you've gotta be blind not to see where it's going.
2) Studying such evil sites as The Pirate Bay and such evil applications as Azureus and BitTorrent. I can't believe that people would browse such a comprehensive selection of music and applications in flagrant violation of copyright law! Bad, bad! I don't know how they sleep at night with such vast CD collections and useful free software.
3) Studying the origins of the concepts of orthodoxy and heresy in the history of Judeo- Christian faith... yeah, that's nerdy, but it's part of the Star Wars book from above.
4) Driving. Lots.
That's pretty much it. As soon as I get some more sleep, a little more food and a little more time, I'll start using the phone again. My love to all.
As quite a few folks have noted, I've been under the radar for more than a week now. No, I haven't been avoiding the NSA, CIA, FBI or any state or local law enforcement agency. I have, however, been on the road, pulling some long hours on the job.
We're down a couple of people at the office now, it's vacation season, and there was a rash of murders in Winchester about six months ago. That means a rash of murder trials now, and as such even more people disappear into court rooms for hours on end.
So, I've been filling in. I haven't even been back to my office in Strasburg this week. Tack on some computer problems, and I'm glad to be here in my recliner, listening to the soundtrack to Kill Bill. An excellent movie, btw, but not for kids.
What time I have had at home has been spent in a concerted effort to play with Gracie and help out Barbara. Her run in with E.Coli or whatever pathogen made her worship the white idol last week still has her tad run down, so I've been chief bottle washer here for a while. It's nice... sometimes I get more accomplished here with a sink of soapy water in an hour than I do in eight hours with a computer on the job.
Gracie and I get up together around 9 a.m. every day. We get the paper and sit down together for two waffles each, with copious syrup. On occasion I'll read her an editorial, and she'll point out stuff she wants in the sale papers. Yesterday, she was flipping through and said "**Gasp!** Oh my goodness!" I don't know what grabbed her, but it was apparently a shock to a toddler.
I didn't mind the dish thing until today, when I ran some major splinters into my hand and had to operate with an X-acto knife and tweezers. Dawn may soften your hands while you do dishes, but it also lights up the pain receptors on open cuts like a Christmas Tree.
That's a big reason this evening was, as Brad Paisley puts it, time well wasted. We piled up and watched the Pocono race. Gracie spent a lot of time on her potty, cheering when someone would speed by in a close up. Not long after, we all had dinner, then hit the floor for some good old fashioned romping.
My daughter is tough. Hanging upsidedown, standing on her head, it doesn't matter. She laughs. Unless you tickle too rough. "Don't pinch!" I always apologize.
Anyway, here's what I've been doing.
1) Just knocked off the new Star Wars novel, Betrayal. Not a bad read, but you've gotta be blind not to see where it's going.
2) Studying such evil sites as The Pirate Bay and such evil applications as Azureus and BitTorrent. I can't believe that people would browse such a comprehensive selection of music and applications in flagrant violation of copyright law! Bad, bad! I don't know how they sleep at night with such vast CD collections and useful free software.
3) Studying the origins of the concepts of orthodoxy and heresy in the history of Judeo- Christian faith... yeah, that's nerdy, but it's part of the Star Wars book from above.
4) Driving. Lots.
That's pretty much it. As soon as I get some more sleep, a little more food and a little more time, I'll start using the phone again. My love to all.
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