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livingdebIt took me a while to get there because I had to take a bus home from work and then drive there. So that took 90 minutes.
But she wasn't there yet. So I stood in the doorway for a while enjoying the shade and the breeze.
Then I walked up to one end of the street, back down to the other end of the street, and back to the house, looking at everyone's gardens. It was not a particularly creatively gardened part of the world. But I did see a couple of shapely pots on their sides, and a mixed mass of plants all trimmed to spheres.
Then I enjoyed the breeze some more.
Then I read the flyer for a nearby house for sale. The price is down to about $150,000 for a 2,000-square foot home with two living areas, a formal dining room, and a dinette on a corner lot with a large fenced backyard with a playscape and two porches. I could see the front porch; it was almost like a front step. And some bedrooms, of course, including a huge master bedroom.
Then the neighborhood yippie dog ran up to me. "My street! My sidewalk! My house!" I went back to the driveway I was waiting at. The dog followed. "My driveway!"
You do not own the entire known universe, little yippie one. Get over it.
I started pacing in a nice, predictable way. Eventually the yippie one got distracted by a little kid. He quit barking and observed. Then he became interested in a smell on the concrete. Then an interesting taste on the driveway--don't ask me, I don't know. Then plants.
Finally someone called him in. He looked when she first called, ignored the boy when he called, and then came the second time the woman called. He was wagging his little tail like crazy looking all cute.
Then I tried to think of any place interesting nearby I could go to for a while. I really didn't want to go shopping. I didn't feel like getting gas though I was down to half a tank. But then I got to stop waiting.
**
This one tool at works make no sense to me. It can see a deficiency, but can't see how big it is. So we just guess that it's small? And sometimes we have the same rule twice? And when only the first one was waived, the second rule also quit showing any problems? I finally emailed the users and asked them how they used this tool and what advice they would share.
I waited five hours before going home but got no answers.
**
I got tired of waiting for an answer to another question I had asked two weeks ago, so I sent another e-mail saying which of the two assumptions I was going with. I just about finished re-working the documentation to go with this assumption when finally someone told me I had picked the wrong one. So then I re-worked the documentation again.
You know, I like writing and explaining things, but only if I can understand them myself at some point before I'm done. Which is why I never sought a job in technical writing. I'd heard that the engineers are too busy finishing the item to tell you how it works, and by the time a working version is ready for your experimentation, your how-to booklet is already overdue. Well, at least I can experiment on my product, but I still don't like this. It's not motivating. And there was a a welcoming breakfast for our new Registrar this morning, so I got to eat continuously all day! Donuts! Yogurt! Sweet rolls! Muffins! Mmm.
**
I found and started reading June Carter Cash's autobiography, but so far she writes a little poetically and depressingly for my tastes. When I can figure out what's going on, it's just sad. I'm still waiting for the good parts.
But she wasn't there yet. So I stood in the doorway for a while enjoying the shade and the breeze.
Then I walked up to one end of the street, back down to the other end of the street, and back to the house, looking at everyone's gardens. It was not a particularly creatively gardened part of the world. But I did see a couple of shapely pots on their sides, and a mixed mass of plants all trimmed to spheres.
Then I enjoyed the breeze some more.
Then I read the flyer for a nearby house for sale. The price is down to about $150,000 for a 2,000-square foot home with two living areas, a formal dining room, and a dinette on a corner lot with a large fenced backyard with a playscape and two porches. I could see the front porch; it was almost like a front step. And some bedrooms, of course, including a huge master bedroom.
Then the neighborhood yippie dog ran up to me. "My street! My sidewalk! My house!" I went back to the driveway I was waiting at. The dog followed. "My driveway!"
You do not own the entire known universe, little yippie one. Get over it.
I started pacing in a nice, predictable way. Eventually the yippie one got distracted by a little kid. He quit barking and observed. Then he became interested in a smell on the concrete. Then an interesting taste on the driveway--don't ask me, I don't know. Then plants.
Finally someone called him in. He looked when she first called, ignored the boy when he called, and then came the second time the woman called. He was wagging his little tail like crazy looking all cute.
Then I tried to think of any place interesting nearby I could go to for a while. I really didn't want to go shopping. I didn't feel like getting gas though I was down to half a tank. But then I got to stop waiting.
**
This one tool at works make no sense to me. It can see a deficiency, but can't see how big it is. So we just guess that it's small? And sometimes we have the same rule twice? And when only the first one was waived, the second rule also quit showing any problems? I finally emailed the users and asked them how they used this tool and what advice they would share.
I waited five hours before going home but got no answers.
**
I got tired of waiting for an answer to another question I had asked two weeks ago, so I sent another e-mail saying which of the two assumptions I was going with. I just about finished re-working the documentation to go with this assumption when finally someone told me I had picked the wrong one. So then I re-worked the documentation again.
You know, I like writing and explaining things, but only if I can understand them myself at some point before I'm done. Which is why I never sought a job in technical writing. I'd heard that the engineers are too busy finishing the item to tell you how it works, and by the time a working version is ready for your experimentation, your how-to booklet is already overdue. Well, at least I can experiment on my product, but I still don't like this. It's not motivating. And there was a a welcoming breakfast for our new Registrar this morning, so I got to eat continuously all day! Donuts! Yogurt! Sweet rolls! Muffins! Mmm.
**
I found and started reading June Carter Cash's autobiography, but so far she writes a little poetically and depressingly for my tastes. When I can figure out what's going on, it's just sad. I'm still waiting for the good parts.