Just a day
A diverse day was had today. This morning I woke up and did a little more coding on the CRON tool. I noticed Mary has written her own tracking tool in Access. I can’t seem to run it. I guess I need Access installed on my PC, and I don’t. I’ll have to find her email one of these days and see if she has any ideas for my tool.
Then I went out for a nice long walk with J, Colleen, ‘Nomes’ (Their adorable baby Naomi), and Darse. We walked by the river valley past all the giant million dollar homes owned by the local oil tycoons, hockey players, lawyers, mafia, et al. Some of these monstrosities could easily be turned into apartment complexes. These are homes people build when they have more cash than they know what to do with. When walking past one that had THREE FULL GARAGES, I fully expected the next house to have a garage on the third floor, just because they could.
We stopped for dinner at our neighborhood Wendy’s. Wendy’s is really a great fast food chain, as far as they go. I worked at one for two poverty stricken months during my undergrad days. I was impressed with the practices and food quality then, and they’ve gotten hip to healthier menus lately. They even will hand out a nutrition guide if you ask. I had a small chilli (220 kcals) and a small side salad (30 kcals).
Next I walked to the grocery store and picked up a few things and headed hope, slung on my apron, and got to work on a big old batch of Mega Muffins. I’m starting to get the hang of it, and it didn’t seem to be as much work this time around. They should last me about a week and a half. 24 would last me longer, but Christine eats ’em too.
Next I caught this week’s Arrested Development. Hilarity ensued, as usual. This brings us all up to speed for Aaron’s Sunday, April 10th, 2005.
Next I’m going to snuggle up in bed, and probably finish the remainder of George Blackburn’s The Guns of Normandy: A Soldier’s Eye View, France 1944. This is a harrowing first person perspective of the front line battle through Normandy through the eyes of an artillery FOO (forward observation officer) in the Canadian army.
One of the unique choices Blackburn made was to write in the second person (i.e: You find yourself scrambling for cover as you hear the terrifying whail of incoming artillery). While a simple device, it works well at putting YOU right there in the slit trench, festering in your own dysentry and body lice, days on end with no sleep, constantly pumping out stress hormones, ears cocked for the slightest hint of an incoming 88mm artillery shell, meanwhile breathing in the stench from the decaying bodies of your friends. Dante’s Inferno truly has nothing on this.