Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Un-Post

Yeah, so you're not supposed to post about how you can't think of anything to post about but... the only thought of any interest to me is my lack of creativity. So that happened.

Sometimes you just need to put your nose to the grindstone and settle in for a good long push. Every day of work, every night of extended bedtime battles with the Short People, every feeble attempt at cleaning up the house, has left me with no extra computing cycles to ponder over interesting tidbits.

In a way it's kind of nice. Blogging was something interesting to explore, then it became a skill to hone, and finally a source of community in an otherwise pretty minuscule social circle. But (and women never seem to believe this) guys have the ability to think about nothing at all. After a work day that carries me nearly ten miles through all the corridors of a hospital and all the rest, I'm just in neutral and that's quite all right.

At the end of my day, the last hour or two that used to be a joyride through the blogging community and a chance to sharpen my wits at the keyboard is now just an hour or two of floating. But it's a fairly pleasant sort of floating. As with everything, this too shall pass.

Somehow without noticing it work will subside, the kids will start behaving, we'll get a handle on the housework. And one evening, I'll get a little spark and run to my computer to see what it turns into.

Or not. But I get the feeling that all the people I've met through this process will be like the handful of IRL friends that I have. We see each other a lot and then we don't. But when we meet it's as if no time has passed and we pick up where we left off.

This isn't a parting letter. Don't send your condolences or anything. I'm just out of words after three hundred posts in a year and a half and felt like writing about it. I at least owe the ChurchPunkMoms and the IrishGumbos a word of explanation about my relative silence. There's no crisis. I'm still here, still reading, just too pooped to crank out the nightly posts.

Ah well, it felt good to type. But there's laundry, and dishes, and likely a Shorty or two up out of bed and in need of a re-re-re-re-re-re-tucking in. So I'm dropin' 'er back in neutral and heading back in the house. G'nite.

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Saturday, June 13, 2009

Deep Enough?

J-Man helped me measure the hole I was digging for The Missus' new clothes pole.

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Friday, June 12, 2009

Giving

My wife bought me an early Fathers' Day present. Nothing spectacular but something I've been wanting to add to the back yard for a little while now. You wouldn't expect a box of those little solar garden lights to inspire waves of love and gratitude but they did.

Gift giving is important, despite all the griping folks do around Christmas time. Every culture on Earth has some sort of gift giving ritual. As Americans, of course, we've sterilized and mass marketed ours in shrink wrap. Other cultures often initiate gift giving upon meeting someone for the first time. It builds a bond and initiates trust.

It also greases the wheels. Just ask any construction worker how much his motivation improves when the White Box (do-nuts) arrives on the site. Somewhere deep down in the recesses of our brains a little droplet of goodness seeps into our systems when we exchange gifts.

So now in the fine tradition of Public Television stations everywhere let me encourage you to up your giving. Hand an unexpected cup of coffee to a co-worker and see if you don't work better together. You might make some one's day just by handing them a writing implement and saying, "keep it" (It doesn't even have to be yours, grab one off somebody else's desk). Spend a buck a head on your children at the dollar store and watch their little faces light up.

AH.... that's better. I took a week off from the interweb just to see what it felt like. I felt like crap but not, I think, for the lack of screen time in my life. Blogging, Tweeting, and Effbooking have become somewhat of a pressure release valve for me. I thought I'd be doing myself a favor by leaving off, but after a hectic week of feeling worse than usual I'm back.

See you in the details.

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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

I Think I'm Winning

Work has sure had its ups and downs lately. After a perfectly peaceful three days of Memorial Day Weekend, "the grind" couldn't be a more accurate term. I could tell at least a dozen stories of delays, minor successes, triumphs, and at least two of them include it raining on the ground floor of a six story building.

It seems as though all these small victories, combined with the way I just naturally do business have made me the cooler. Three times now I've been sent to march straight into the path of women at work who are widely credited as being dragon-ladies. Apparently nobody ever tried listening to them or trying their best because that was all I did and it seems to have made me a hit.

It brings me back around again to a new affirmation of my faith. My father and I both hold a quote originating from St Francis that states (roughly) witness daily, use words when necessary. Without ever even so much as mentioning church, much less going on about my faith, I have accomplished the basic task of every Christian. That is, to share the love of Christ with my fellow human beings. It doesn't take tracts or awkward conversations. It just takes a moment to put yourself in a position to be the eyes, ears, hands and feet of Christ in whatever manner you find yourself capable of.

Cheers.

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