Archive for the ‘Thoughts Profound and Otherwise’ Category

And I Thought To Myself, “Nah . . . Too Easy!”

January 19, 2018

Last night I was checking the WordPress site on my phone, and the link for ‘report ad’ was visible before the banner ad loaded, prompting me to ask myself “I wonder what kind of ad I’d feel the need to report on WordPress?”.

Then the ad loaded:

“Backend developers needed!”

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A Cold Retort

January 18, 2018

What follows is an actual text exchange between me and my mom:

Mom:  “Bet you wish you, too, could be somewhere it’s 16 degrees that feels like 5.”

Me:  “It would interfere with my tea on the porch.”

Mom:  “Ouch.”

Me:  “I’m too sick to play softball today.”

The Flowers Of My Discontent

January 17, 2018

Today someone dear to me buried their beloved grandmother, and I . . . sent flowers.

Even leaving aside the fact that flowers and I have a tumultuous relationship at best (I don’t hate flowers, mind you, but they don’t always return the favor), I’m just not a “sends flowers” kind of guy.  Particularly in times of bereavement, to me it just feels like an inadequate gesture with not even a drop-in-the-bucket’s worth of true value.  At least when you bring food by you know your providing much-needed nutrition and/or comfort, thereby actually helping in a difficult time.  Not sending flowers is almost a rule of mine.

But some things that are rules to me can trump that.

When I’m in bereavement don’t send flowers, send food or other assistance to help me get through, and beyond that just give me privacy while I grieve, but (and here’s where the rule comes in), this wasn’t about me!

I knew she’d like it if I sent flowers, so I sent flowers.  Despite how much I wish otherwise, there was little else I could do to ease her pain, and if it would have helped, for her I’d empty out entire florist shops if I could.

Hang in there, sweetheart.  You’ll get past this.

I Know What She Was Going For, But Still . . .

January 16, 2018

Today in my son’s virtual school:

Teacher:  “What’s the same about these two eggs?”

Class:  “The shape!”

Teacher:  “What’s different about these two eggs?”

Class:  “The color!”

Me (thinking):  Since this is a Martin Luther King Day lesson, I see where she’s going with this.  The important thing is that they’re both eggs.

Teacher:  “But even though they’re different colors, they’re both the same on the inside.”  *cracks open the eggs and pours their insides into a bowl*  “See?”

Me (thinking):  That escalated quickly!

Today’s Practice: Be A Better Friend To Myself

January 15, 2018

Things you say to your friends:  “Of course you’re having trouble focusing, you still have a touch of the flu!”

Things all too easy to say to yourself:  “Come on!  What’s wrong with you today?!”

Another Sleep Deprived Thought From Yesterday

January 12, 2018

While browsing the news feeds:

“Is it troll, or is it Stupidex?”

It Was Surprisingly Catchy

January 11, 2018

It’s always funny to me what’s funny to me after two nights of little to no sleep.  Today in my son’s virtual school his teacher put up a link for a song and the link didn’t work despite numerous attempts on her part.

So that’s how my son and I ended up singing several enthusiastic (if tuneless) rounds of “Service Unavailable . . . HTTP . . . Error 503 . . . This Service Is UNavailable!”

Can’t Say I Care For The Taste, But Such Is Life Sometimes

January 10, 2018

On Monday I said that I expected the lesson that time fussing about a problem gives no credit would be revisited again, and it turns out I was right.  Oh, my son is doing pretty good today, but after a night of no sleep for me, today I find myself doing my best to put my lesson where my mouth is.

Because Sometimes It’s Five Minutes Till Bedtime

January 9, 2018

A couple of months back my son developed an interest in chess, and since then he and I have played many, many games of chess.  Never having been an avid chess player myself, it’s been a learning experience for me as well.

One of the most surprising things I’ve learned is that sometimes it’s trickier to lose a game than it is to win one.

I Expect This Lesson Will Be Revisited . . . Again

January 8, 2018

Today begins the second half of my son’s school year.  Today’s lesson:  Time spent figuring a problem out gives full credit, time spent fussing about the problem gives none.