November 25, 2006 We thought the holidays would be really sad, but Thanksgiving was actually a good day. In fact, I would rate it pretty high. I missed my children and grandchildren, of course, but our volunteer family was wonderful to celebrate with. It was a rather odd Thanksgiving day because we worked. The teams that were here had come for Michigan, Illinois and Tennessee and they wanted to make their time count. I worked a short day with the hope of watching a football game, which seemed the cultural thing to do. While I was working, the "man of the house" was watching the game in his FEMA trailer. His Thanksgiving day activity was the only thing I saw that resembled my cultural concept. As I sat in my truck eating my lunch I observed the neighborhood. This is a poor, black neighborhood in Biloxi. Seeing how they relaxed on a holiday gave me a great appreciation for Alden Ave. There are no nice porches with nice furniture or even nice yards. There is trash everywhere and...
I am happy to proclaim that in 1/2 hour it will be midnight and the shortest day of the year is OVER! which joyfully means that the days will lighter and brighter longer...
My new job is really mind-boggling. Basically, I am ensuring that the all the software on the computers from [a company] that just merged with [my company] are licensed appropriately. I don't think there are any cohesive reports that state what all these applications are, and if there were they certainly wouldn't contain the licensing information on them, so it's my job to track down numerous spreadsheets and integrate them. I think. Anyway, it's the most responsibility I've ever had and it would be completely overwhelming, except I don't think the managers know exactly what they are looking for. Their expectations are that as I fumble along a clearer picture will develop regarding what they want, and hopefully all of my fumbling will have made me knowledgeable enough to actualize their vision. I, um, think. And after Day One I'm still thrilled to be working. I lunched in the Inner Harbor, watching people and boats and fountains. My bike ride to and f...
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I saw an indigo bunting, thought it was a blue bird until I looked it up, this weekend. Thought of Grandpa Tyner and Mom's story.
ummmm......
can i hire him to come and eat cookies?