I just finished writing a note to a friend from college — a friend I met during Freshman orientation. He’s one of the few people I met at college before I met the man I would marry. We used to take long night walks around Harkness Green and talk about where we had come from, where we thought we were going (we were both wrong) and what a big world it was.
The note, much belated, is really to his daughter. In it I speak for my sons. I don’t think those 18 year olds watching the Hale-Bopp comet on Harkness Green could even conceive of such a thing.
When I picked Thane up from nursery on Sunday, I was greeted with the words “You’re in deep trouble”. He’s not 8 months old yet. He’s pulling up to standing and crawling FAST. Let the childproofing be in earnest!
On Saturday I got to go to a graduation party for two kids I’d taught Sunday School/confirmation/youth group to. It was an awesome party, and a wonderful time to hang out with people I really like, talking about our shared experiences and future hopes. Also, other people played with my sons and seemed to enjoy themselves.
We’re starting to use a new technology – Flex – at work. Knowing I learn best when I (duh) concentrate on learning, I scheduled a training class for myself. I asked if anyone wanted to come. The entire technical team — including DBAs — did. So we are having a three day onsite training course starting tomorrow. I keep wondering how I managed to pull this off. But I did. So I will be BUSY in the heart of this week. That’s a polite way of saying, “No I haven’t fallen on the face of the Earth but you probably won’t be hearing from me.” And when next you do, I’ll be a “Flexpert”.
And then I took Friday off. We’re going camping. Yes, in a tent. Yes, overnight. Yes, with Grey and Thane.
I CAN’T WAIT. I love camping.
I think that’s the important stuff!