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A Day Away

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My buddy Brett and I decided last week that we had to get away from Atlanta, so he sent me a text saying, “How about the Chatooga?”   That was pretty much all of the planning.  I knew it wouldn’t give me a chance to try out my new car-camping setup, but I honestly thought we might go canoeing.  After a day or so, I figured out that he meant he wanted to go to Burrell’s Ford, near Walhalla, SC.

That was good enough.

I brought along my digital audio recorder, as I’ve done on a few other camping trips (with some half-assed plan about putting together a ridiculous podcast), and we had a great time recording ourselves getting rather cronked in five-minute segments. I also recorded some stuff on my phone. I’ve discovered that I tend to lapse into a somewhat idiotic southern drawl when I record myself on these camping trips – see for yourself (video will take a while to load):  Southern Camping Podcast

It was a quite short, but enjoyable trip.  I arrived about an hour before Brett at around 9:00 Saturday morning.  Took a hike down the river looking for (and finding) a nice spot to pitch a couple of tents, but when Brett got there I learned that he’d brought a cooler with him and didn’t want to walk very far.  So we set up pretty close to the parking lot in a site next to one that we’ve used many times (there was already a group in our “regular” spot).

Saturday afternoon and evening were absolutely gorgeous.  Sunny, warm, quiet.  The water in the river was pretty cold, but I had no intention of swimming in it.  I just used it to keep my beer cold.

Hit the sack fairly early and slept until nearly 7 Sunday morning, when I packed up in a drizzle (Brett had already left) and came home.

At some point, I’ll do some (heavy) editing of the audio that recorded and upload it.  I listened to it at home on Sunday morning and cackled to myself.

 

It’s Finally Saturday

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I percolated some coffee last night.  I’m not positive, but I think that was the first time I’ve ever done so when I wasn’t camping.  While I do love the speed and convenience of my little pod-based coffee machine, there’s something about percolating that I’ve always like; and something nudged me to brew a pot when I got home last night.  It was good.  It’s also good this morning.

Spent some quality time lying in bed with the cats this morning.  5:15 came incredibly early, so I got up to feed the cats (Ocean Whitefish today – Boo was not pleased), then went back to bed for a few hours.  I would dearly love to spend most of the day there – checked my sleep activity yesterday, and I haven’t gotten more than 7 hours in two weeks – but I’ve got a concert with the brass band at Kennesaw State this afternoon.  Next weekend is also booked with band stuff, all NABBA-related rehearsals.  Friday night, Saturday morning, all day Sunday.  I suppose I should be looking forward to that.  To some extent, I am; but I really just want a weekend with nothing planned.  Preferably a sunny one (it’s raining again today and is forecast to do the same tomorrow) so that I could head for the woods and try out the new car-camping setup that I put together several months ago and have yet to try.  I’ve got a new Napier rear-gate cover, similar to the tent that I’ve used for a few years, but without the tent.  It just slips over the back of the car, and provides a screen window and a very shallow awning.  Also picked up a couple of door window condoms – I think they’re supposed to be used to keep sun off of babies or something, but they also function as fast and sturdy door screens (to replace the netting & magnets that I’ve been using).  The only thing I’m still looking for, to have what I think will be the perfect car-camp setup, is a kid-sized memory-foam mattress.  The air mattress that I normally use is great, but I’d like to get something a little firmer and less prone to leaking.

Had a pretty decent day at work yesterday, although I learned in the late afternoon that the client who had previously sent a letter from their lawyer has now sent another.  They’re unhappy.  I get it.  They want to get out of their 5-year contract.  I get that, too.  I really sort of hope that we just let them go.  I’m tired of hearing their complaints, and I’m tired of them blaming me for stuff that I can’t control.  I’m told that I’m not mentioned by name in this second legal missive.  That’s a good thing, I guess.

Still thinking about retirement and how to go about it.  It’s dawning on me that I may have to postpone it for a bit – mainly because of the cats, although if I can put up a big enough shack, they should be fine.  Questions about pooping (mine, not the cats’) have me vexed for the moment.  I know I’m hiking & camping guy, but I really don’t want to just have a composting toilet as my primary john.  I’d be completely happy with a pit toilet in a separate shack, but if I do go to the place in SC that I’ve been thinking about, I don’t know if that would be allowed.  If it would be, I’d have to find out how much it would cost to put it up.  Understand that I don’t want just a hole in the ground with a wooden one-seater over it.  I’d want a cement vault, as you might find in some decent wilderness campgrounds.

I’ve also decided that I want a hot shower, which my friends who’ve retired early have so far forgone.  They’ve been bathing in a tub resembling a small horse trough and heating the water with a huge heating element.  Yeah.  No.  I want hot showers on demand.  Propane could do this, I guess.  Or a tank-less water heater.

It’s basically all coming down to “what am I allowed to do, and what will the start-up costs be?”  I’ll continue to work it out in my head and then start putting things on paper before deciding if and when I can actually take the plunge.  It’s always in the back of my mind.

Today’s featured image, by the way, is – I think – one that I took during a weekend in Waukegan a few years ago.  Amy and I spent a good part of an afternoon at a little coffee shop and took a shot of the wall.  Or maybe it’s a stock photo, but I don’t think so.  I can’t imagine why I would save it if it is.  Nah.  Pretty sure that I took it.

Since mentioning a few weeks ago that I intended to start walking in the mornings again, I have yet to actually do so.  I’m usually dog-tired in the mornings.  I guess that getting out of bed and walking for 45 minutes or so would help with that, but I just don’t have the energy or the desire to bundle up and go out into the (relative) cold.  Maybe next week.

Well, I must do something productive before getting ready for the gig.  Still working on the football site, and I have to figure out why the images from my migration blog aren’t showing up in my media library on this one.

Need to start taking back my guestroom, too.  It’s still full of boxes that got thrown into it when Mary moved in.  Really want to clean that room out and make it usable again. It’s a nice room.

 

The Big Game

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It’s the night of The Big Game.  Starts in 11 minutes, I think.  I don’t have ESPN anymore, so if I do watch it, I’ll be doing so through the free portion of the ESPN app, which follows all of the action using only those overhead cameras that zoom up and down the field for the whole game.  No commentary at all.  Believe it or not, I prefer to watch the games that way, so it works out for me.

Should you not know, The Big Game is the championship game of the joke of a college football playoff known as “The College Football Playoffs.”  The actual college football playoffs, which has 24 teams and determines the actual Division I college football champion, ended last Saturday, with North Dakota State eking out a win over James Madison University.  I watched it.  It was a good game.  I might, as I said, watch a bit of the game tonight between Georgia and Alabama, but it’s not something about which I’m overly-excited.

I had a decent day at work today.  Knocked out a couple of problems that had been bothering me for the last week and continued to slice into my mountain of open tickets.  I was not helped by the fact that – yet again – one of the Level 2 people ran updates on numerous firms yesterday and didn’t bother to fully test said updates; so that, when we arrived at work this morning, there were already more than 25 of said firms who couldn’t use one of their most vital applications until we, the Level 1 team, manually patched all of their servers.

I don’t understand this trend – and it is a trend.  It happens all the time.  Somebody who has the job of updating applications does so, but doesn’t take the simple step of launching the applications after they’ve been updated.  I know that they don’t take this step because many applications will give a pretty obvious hint (i.e., they won’t launch) if you haven’t completed the update successfully.  Rule #1 for all application updates, going back to the dawn of the computer age: have a rollback plan.  The X-Company just doesn’t seem to grasp that concept; and, frankly, it really pisses me off.  It’s tough to guess just how many man-hours are lost – by us and by the clients – every time they do this, and they do it at least twice a month.

Enough about that.   Today’s featured photo is of my boy Joshua.  The tiny little runt of a Maine Coon who I chose – with no close second – out of a little of 11 when he was two days old.  He and his brother, Chamberlain, are coming up on (I think) their fourth birthday next month.  Both tilt the scales at around 15 pounds and, while both are incredibly sweet and loving, Joshua is still the daddy’s boy that he was on the day I brought them home.  The photo up there shows Josh lounging on my Kelti 20-degree sleeping bag on a Sunday morning a few weeks back.  He was there because…well….because I was there.  Joshua wants to be with me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.  He wakes me up every morning, he follows me around the house until I leave, he sleeps on my pillow.  If I’m in a room, there’s a 95% chance that he’s in the same room.  At the moment, I’m at my desk and he’s on his little cat tree about three feet to my left.  A few minutes ago, I went downstairs to get a drink, and he followed me down.  When I came back up to my office after all of 5 seconds in the kitchen, he came back up with me.  There is no dog more loyal to his master than Joshua is to me.

He also plays fetch as well as any dog, and it is a constant source of amusement and, in a way, solace for me when I come home and find one of his favorite toys (he has three that he prefers far more than the 200 or so others in the cats’ toy box) at the top of the stairs or on my bed – evidence that he’s been entertaining himself while I’ve been away, by playing a game of solitaire fetch.  Every night before bed, he begs me to throw just a few tosses down the stairs.  He is a remarkable little animal.

So is Chamberlain, and Chamberlain will get his own write-up one of these days.

It has been outlandishly chilly in Atlanta for an extended time, and I’m almost ashamed to admit that.  I generally like to be a bit chilly.  I hate being hot.  I’ve got no problem with camping in the mountains in the winter or driving to the Upper Peninsula in October.  This month, though, has been different.  It’s just been cold. It reminds me of one of our last winters in Shoreham, when Dad commented to me something along the lines of, “It hasn’t gotten really cold – like 20 below – this winter, but this month-long stretch of 5-degree days really takes it out of you.”  Well…this month-long stretch of 30-degrees has really taken it out me, too.  To that end, I broke down last week and bought two pairs of flannel-lined pants from Duluth Trading company.

Naturally, they make me sweat.  But they’ll be good for winter camping.

Well, I must go watch a bit of this Big Game and fall asleep.  Joshua will be waking me up in just under 9 hours.

Two in a Row!

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I made a pact with myself the other day to try to keep this thing updated more often more this year and maybe improve my writing a tad.  So here’s post number two for 2018.  The featured image for this is one of the Georgia Brass Band at last month’s Christmas concert, which I couldn’t play because of the amount of rehearsals I missed for the Memphis & Chattanooga trips.  The band sounded good!  It was the first time since it formed in 1999 that I actually got to hear what it sounded like, and I came away pretty impressed.

Should you be wondering, the shot was taken during a kids’ participation song – which may explain why our solo euphonium player has a toddler in his lap.

Tonight was the first rehearsal of that group since the concert, and also the first time that I’ve put a horn to my lips since mid-November.  I was, to say the least, a bit wobbly – and my lack of practice was not helped by the fact that it’s been quite cold in Atlanta for the last week and I’ve got some seriously chapped chops.  Overall, though, I wasn’t too embarrassed by my playing, and I’m looking forward to digging into the repertoire that we’ve got selected for our next concert (Brass Blast at Kennesaw) and to some extra rehearsals that we’ll be putting in over the next few months as we prepare to once again storm the beaches of the North American Brass Band Championships in Ft. Wayne in April.

Work today was a bit of a downer, thanks to one of my problem clients.  They’ve been complaining about pretty much everything since they came on board at the start of last year.  First they didn’t like their primary consultant….so I became their new primary consultant.  Then they didn’t like their CSM (Customer Success Manager), so they stopped talking to him and started trying to put me into that role – something that I flatly refuse to have happen.  A couple of months ago, they started complaining to me about one of their applications, which is running slowly because their single SQL server is overloaded.  I told them that, not being a CSM, I couldn’t really suggest anything, but that – if it were my call – I’d get another SQL server.  I also told their CSM that they needed another server.  The CSM, however, doesn’t like them any more than they like him, so basically nothing was done….and they just keep complaining to me, no matter how many times I tell them that I can’t work with them about anything involving money.

So they had their lawyer draft a document to the X-Company president, listing 10 areas that they felt we were in breach of contract.  The president got together with the CSM and told him to prepare a response for each of the 10 areas, and I got sucked into helping him do that, in spite of the facts that 1}I know absolutely nothing about many of them (problems preceded me), 2}I’ve given the CSM my recommendations several times on the areas that I do know about, and 3}the whole letter was just them bitching and moaning more about the same stuff that I’m tired of hearing about.  I tried to be their advocate for several months.  Now, they’re just pissing me off.

I did get a number of things done for other clients, however, which was nice.  And I just finished doing an update (on their lone SQL server) for the problem children, so maybe they’ll leave me alone tomorrow.

Actually, they’ll probably bombard me with questions and complaints about the update – which they insisted be done tonight even though most updates generally take several days and are done by Level 2 consultants  –  of which I am not one.

So it’s now 10:45 and I’ve had a full day.  It’s still rather chilly, but there are three cats and a space heater in my bedroom, and I think I’ll sleep pretty well.

Also mean to start walking in the mornings again – haven’t done that in several months.  I just haven’t felt like rolling out of bed and going out into the pitch-black cold.  But maybe…just maybe….I’ll do it in the morning.

Is this year over yet?

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Today’s featured image is a shot that I took of the cat house on my deck on December 9th.  It began snowing on the morning of the 8th and continued for about 24 hours, leaving an ecstatic Atlanta populace to deal with four to eight inches of the white stuff.  I think the last time I saw that kind of accumulation down here was probably in the early 90’s.  My car and I had no problems with it – in fact, I almost enjoyed driving home on Friday night because pretty much everyone else in the city had panicked and gone home at about 1:00 Friday afternoon.  The roads were nearly empty.  The snow hung around on the ground for several days, but was pretty much gone by last Wednesday (the 13th).  It has remained pretty chilly, however.  Mid-30s this morning.

Memphis.  Someday, I’ll laugh about Memphis.  If you go back and read my last post, detailing what the plan was for Memphis, you’ll see the difference between a plan and reality at the X-Company:

Plan – Add machines to the domain and install anti-virus software from my hotel room on Sunday night.  Reality – All of the machines, including the domain controller, were offline on Sunday night.  I ate a sandwich and watched television from my hotel room on Sunday night.

Plan – Down day at the office on Monday.  I’d go in, set up the new network, put work on machines and printers.  Get things ready for Tuesday.  Reality – Got to the office at about 7:30 and there was no power.  Power remained out for about 4 hours.  Down day never happened, as everyone came in to the office and wanted to work.  Not only could they not do that because of the power situation, but they weren’t supposed to be there at all.  When the power came back on, they all tried to work while I kept telling them to stop working so that I could set them up.  Disaster of a day.

Plan – Train the users on Wednesday, then help out with individual problems on Wednesday and Thursday, come home Thursday night, prepare to go back for the office move on the following Monday.  Reality – I did go through the training presentation with the users, but it did not go well because the X-Company was having a full-blown crisis.  Users were getting locked out left and right, email wasn’t working, provisioning users (unlocking their accounts) was hanging up everywhere…we basically were dead in the water.  I spent most of the day trying to assure users that no, things didn’t usually suck this badly.  By late in the day, I’d gotten most of the users up and working and had their printers set up.  Then the firm admin – a network guy from Chattanooga – arrived at the Memphis office and announced that we’d be moving to the new office in 20 minutes.  This was Wednesday (planned for the following Monday, remember?).  So I grabbed the firewall and domain controller and moved them to the new office to get set up there.  With movers running around and people trying to determine where to set up, I basically locked myself in the network closet and got my domain controller and firewall plugged in, then went home early.   Got back to the office on Thursday to help people get started and discovered that the network guy had changed the network scope – so I had to reconfigure the domain controller and all of the printers.  I did this.  20 minutes later, he tried to set up the phones and ended up killing the entire network.  A vital piece of hardware had failed in the network closet and it couldn’t be replaced until the following day.  So I left at around 4:00 and came home.

Plan – Go back to Memphis on Sunday and help users settle in to the new office until Wednesday.  Reality – I went back to Memphis on Sunday, and ran the anti-virus setup on machines that I’d missed the previous week, then went to the office on Monday morning, where everything was actually running pretty smoothly.  Helped some users with little problems, tweaked some printer settings, was just getting into a good groove….and power for the entire block went out.  I informed my office, then, after sitting around for a few hours without power, I texted my boss and asked, “What am I supposed to be doing here?  They’re doing fine (when they have power) and there’s no moving going on (remember that was the plan).”  He agreed that I didn’t need to be there, and decided (I don’t know why) that I should go to Chattanooga instead and help the people in that (much larger) office until Wednesday.

So I left Memphis and drove to Chattanooga.  Spent Tuesday and Wednesday there, fighting a losing battle against people getting locked out of their accounts (because of settings from their former domain that kept throwing out bad credentials), and escaped on Wednesday night.

Oh, yeah – it was also decided to make me the primary consultant for this firm after all of this.  So I’ve not got thirteen firms and something like 600 users.  Two of those firms are having a terrible time getting anything done because, I suspect, they weren’t setup correctly.

I am buried in tickets.  Normally, I like to carry 8-10 open tickets.  I currently have over 60.  I need for this year to be over.

 

Onward to Memphis

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Today’s featured image is of a deer bouncing away from me as I stand in the parking lot of my office in Alpharetta. Apparently, there is a small herd of the critters living in a rather cramped bit of forest in the middle of the office park, and they come out to graze or pee or people-watch or whatever just about every night when I’m getting ready to leave.

Speaking of leaving, I’ll be driving over to Memphis in a few hours to start a 5-day stint setting up a new client there.  I am somewhat nervous about this, as I’ll be the only person at the site.  It’s an offshoot of a Chattanooga firm, and everyone else on this project (5 people, I think) are going to the Chatty office.  My concern is that, while I’m not overly worried about the technical aspects of the job, I’m not entirely sure about the procedures that I’m supposed to be doing.  The X-company documents pretty much nothing.  You’re just supposed to pick it up from osmosis, I guess.  Problem is, I’ve only been on one other project, with one other person, and I really don’t know what’s expected.  Guess I’ll find out.

The plan is for me to start doing some off-site work (joining machines to the local domain, getting antivirus installed, etc.) tonight – from my hotel room – and then there will be a down day tomorrow, when I’ll go to the office, physically connect our server to the firewall, set up printers, patch the workstations that I can’t get to tonight, etc.  Then I’ll work with the users Tuesday-Thursday (including a training class on Tuesday, for which I have no documentation, though there is supposed to be a PowerPoint presentation somewhere) and hit the road for home after work on Thursday.  With the time change, I should get back to Atlanta sometime around midnight Thursday and will take Friday off.

After that, I’ll go BACK to Memphis on Sunday because – I really don’t get this – the office that I will set up this week will be relocating to a new office next week.  Why they didn’t just do everything on the same week is completely beyond me, but it’ll be a shorter week for me.  I’ll drive out Sunday, move our server and firewall to the new place on Monday, then hang out and help the users until Wednesday, when I’ll again come home.  Will take the following Thursday off.  Not sure about that Friday.  I’ll probably go to work because I know that I’ll have email and old tickets backed up beyond belief by then.

I was made the primary consultant for two more firms over the last couple weeks.  One in Baltimore, the other in St. Cloud, MN.  Both are problem children and the one in Minnesota is a particular beast.  Whoever set them up (from the X-company) did a terrible job, and the firm is paying the price.  Their email system was set up incorrectly.  A couple of vital software packages were only partially installed.  Worst of all, the client opted to go with “cloud only” support, which means that I don’t have remote access to their workstations.  So this company is opening probably 20 new tickets a day, most of them having to do with their email or the poorly-installed applications, and I pretty much have to say, “Yeah.  Our bad.  We’re working on it.”

Did I mention that the project manager who did that job (in St. Cloud) is the same guy who’s leading the effort for the firm in Chattanooga and Memphis?

So yeah.  I’m a bit nervous about these upcoming trips.

On the home front, Mary is indeed moving out later this week, though she says she’ll take care of the cats into the first week of December for me when I’m gone.  As I said in a previous post, I’m mentally taking back my house and I’m sort of excited about that.  Haven’t decided yet if I’ll get a new television, since I’m strongly considering putting the one in my bedroom into my redesigned office, for use as a large monitor.  If I do that, I think I’ll be more comfortable working from home once or twice a week.  I’ve not done that yet (the offer is on the table) because working on a single screen really sucks when you’re doing the kind of work that I do.

So if I do that, I’ll move the television that I put in Mary’s room (the office) into my bedroom, and then I’ll probably want to put one downstairs.  If I decide to do that, then I’ll probably want to get a decent-sized television with all the Roku stuff (streaming channels) built in.  So I’m window shopping.

Ironically, I’ve also decided to basically stop spending money, as I’ve decided that 55 would be a great age to shoot for for retirement.  I know, I know.  It’s too young and blah blah blah.  But the fact is that I’m tired of doing what I do.  I was happy – and well-paid – in my AT&T gig, and I’m miserable – and making half of my old salary – with the X-Company.  By 2021, I’ll have about a half-million in my 401k, about $120K in my AT&T pension (from which I’ll be able to draw around $800/month – I’ve checked); and, assuming I can sell the house, I should be able to buy a few acres in the woods and put up a hovel for cash.  I recently visited my friend who did exactly this over the last two years, and – while I’d find better land and put in a few more amenities (a wood stove for sure) – she’s got a pretty sweet setup.

So there it is.  It’s out there.  I aim to retire in 3 years.

In other news, Furman won a playoff game against Elon yesterday.  Very close game, and a bit of redemption from the 2nd game of the season, when Elon won a squeaker on a last-second field goal.  The reward for the win is that Furman will travel to Wofford next week for the second round.  In the 1st week of the season, Wofford beat Furman by 1 point by stopping Furman’s 2-point conversion attempt on the last play of the game.  Furman fans are calling these games, “The Revenge Tour.”

Not much else to talk about these days.  I get up before dawn, go to work, come home after dark, and go to bed.  Not depressed.  Not elated.  Just sort of bored.

Maybe Memphis will give me something to write about.

 

Post-vacation wrap

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So I’ve been back in Atlanta for a couple of weeks – the second of which I was the on-call guy for work, which sucked – and I suppose it’s a good time to catch up on all the news that is or isn’t fit to print.

The featured image for this post is one of Lake Huron that I took a couple of weeks ago as a storm was rolling in.  It was mainly bluster – not a great deal of rain – but it was chilly and raw.  I loved it.

I’m currently sitting at Tires Plus, waiting for my oil to get changed and my tires to get rotated and my wheels to get balanced and all of that other fun stuff that I do every few months.  Decided this morning that I’d bring my original Surface Pro with me and do something productive while I sit here.  I’m beginning to really appreciate this machine again.  Bought it several years ago, but it’s so small that I used it basically as a novelty.  Real work got done on one of my other laptops.  But, due in large part to it’s small size, I brought it with me to Michigan and took some notes on what was going on.  Those will be pasted, in their unedited entirety, later in this post.

The vacation was a wonderful respite from life.  I started out (and finished, actually) at the Cheboygan State Park in Cheboygan, MI.  This park – I think it’s around 800 acres – sits on Cheboygan Point on the Straits of Mackinac, and it is a lovely place.  I’m pretty sure that I’ll be going back.  I chose the park mainly because it’s a few hours closer to home than is Pictured Rocks on Lake Superior and – for the same price that I’d pay at Pictured Rocks for a basic campsite – I got a basic campsite plus electricity, showers, flushing toilets…all the good stuff.  My site itself was a fairly secluded area on the southern side of the point, sitting on the shores of Duncan Bay, which is a marsh and not at all what I had in mind for a great lakes vacation, although the breeze coming off of the bay was extremely pleasant.  I set up my car tent and a hiker’s tarp.  Bed in the car, various helpful things (camp drawers, table, stove, firewood, etc) in the tent, picnic table under the tarp.

And I had a great few days there.  Arrived in the early afternoon on Thursday, October 12 and had pretty good weather (until Saturday night).  By then, after walking around all over the park, I’d decided to rent a cabin on the northern edge of the park, right on The Straits.  Gave up the electricity and the running water, and paid triple what I’d been paying for the campsite, but gained a fantastically cozy, warm, dry, spacious domicile with easy access to Lake Huron, trails, various critters, and – of course – the ubiquitous fall houseflies of Michigan (see my writeup from last year).  If you refer back to the featured image, I actually took that between the time that I checked out of my campsite (at around noon) and the time that I entered Poe Reef Cabin (at around 2:30).  I spent the time in between just walking around on the point – on the beach, into the woods, back onto the beach, in the off-beach dunes, out on the point, etc. – and getting very cold and a bit wet and playing my wind game (hiding behind trees, under bushes, near rocks…I love my wind game).  Finally, I decided I’d waited long enough to get into the cabin, which I technically wasn’t supposed to do before 3:00.  Whoever had been in it before me, leaving by 1:00, had left a birch log slowly burning in the wood stove, and walking into that dry, warm, wonderful room was probably in the top 5 greatest experiences in my life.  It.  Felt.  So.  Good.

Stayed until the following Thursday morning, then drove home in one shot, arriving at sometime around 1:00 AM Friday.

Back at work, the first week was fine.  The second week, as I mentioned, I was on call.  Got very little sleep (I do not understand why CPAs feel the need to work – and call the help desk – at all hours of the night and on weekends), but survived until yesterday morning, when my on-call shift ended.

Learned on Thursday that the X-Company has been acquired by Right Networks in Hudson, NH, under an umbrella of a venture firm in Boston.  Not sure what that means at this point, but it doesn’t have the same stress level of the other mergers I’ve gone through.

Still looking for another job, but I’m finally starting to settle in and accept the fact that I might be stuck doing what I’m doing for a while.  With that in mind, I accepted an offer to go on a project in Memphis during the last week of November and first of December.  Sounds like I’ll drove over there on Sunday the 26th, come back on the 30th, then go back on the 3rd and return on the 6th or 7th.  Lots of driving, but at least it’s something different to do.

Mary informed me yesterday that she may be moving out at about that same time.  Not sure why, but it’s all good.  I’ve been redesigning my house in my mind since she told me.  Getting my office back (currently her bedroom) and the second guest room (currently unusable because of the boxes in it) will be nice.  I’ll also be able to drop one or two of the paid streaming services that I’m paying for, since I only picked two of them up so that she wouldn’t complain when I dumped DirecTV.

And that’s about that.  The remainder of this post consists of what I wrote while in Michigan.

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6:27 AM 10/14/2017

Saturday morning, day three (or four, if you count Wednesday) of my 2017 vacation. Cheboygan (MI) State Park, site 27. It is a brisk October morning and the sun hasn’t even though about coming up yet, but I had to pee (did so in my trusty pee jar), and then figured I’d take advantage of the bathroom building before they shut it down – I’m told that that might happen tomorrow – so I got up, got dressed, walked over to the loo, and did my business. Being up and dressed, I figured I’d go ahead and start the day, so just made some coffee and pulled out the old Surface Pro to catch up on things.

My vacation actually started on Monday. The idea when I asked for the time off was to head out for the great unwashed north (probably Pictured Rocks) on last Saturday morning and arrive sometime Sunday afternoon. As so often seems to happen to me these days, life got in the way of those plans. Found out that I had a concert on Sunday, so leaving on the weekend was out. Then the GBB set up a very agressive schedule, giving us a minimum of rehearsals between concerts; I decided that it would piss people off if I missed two rehearsals in a row, so I hung around Atlanta until Tuesday and left on Wednesday morning.

While all that was going on, Dad and Diane went to Myrtle Beach last week with plans to stay for a couple of weeks. Drove over to see them on Saturday, and also reserved a spot at the state park there for this past week in hopes of spending some more time with them. Unfortunately, Dad had some medical issues and cut the trip short. I say, “Unfortunately,” because of course I don’t want him to be sick. It did have an upside, though: Myrtle Beach was (and is) incredibly hot and humid this year, and I’ve got to admit that I was not looking forward to camping there for a week. My recent purchase of a Kelty 20-degree bag was definitely not made with hot weather in mind. So once Dad let me know that he was leaving early, I started looking for places to stay in the Upper Pennisula.

Having prepared for Myrtle Beach in my head, I had pretty much wrapped my head around the idea of having electricity, so my normal spots at Pictured Rockes were out. I looked around at other places near Grand Marais, but all of them looked kind of boring: close, tight, campsites with little direct water access. So I started to just look at other parks under the Michigan DNR umbrella. And I found this one, settled in on the Straits of Mackinac on a little jut of land that provides a marsh on one side, the Straits on the other, and an all-day breeze that is amazing. The website said that the bathroom building (showers,toilets, running water) would be shut off on October 4, but all sites have electricity – and it’s cheaper than my Pictured Rocks places! So far, I’m pleased.

photo of Duncan Bay

Duncan Bay

So what’s happened? Well, I left on Wednesday morning and drove to Lima, OH (imagine that), where I spent the night at the Country Inns and Suites – pretty much my go-to plan when heading north to either Michigan or Canada. Hit the road by about 8 Thursday morning and made it here at around 1:30. Checked in via a dedicated telephone (haven’t seen an actual ranger yet), got to my site, and got everything set up. The rest of the day was spent doing basically nothing. Sat in my chair, drank beer, took a couple of pictures of Duncan Bay (the marshy area that is my backyard), and eating an Arby’s beef sandwich leftover from Wednesday night. Went to bed at probably 8:30 (well after dark) and slept until sometime between 7:00 and 7:30 yesterday. Slept like a brick.

For much of the day yesterday, I explored the trails in the area. I walked a total of about 10 miles all over Cheboygan Point, which is nearly all park land. Discovered a couple of beautiful little cabins on the north shore that I’m going to have to check out online (with an eye toward renting next year) and also bushwhacked to the extreme northern tip of Cheboygan. Took a few pictures of Mackinaw City, Grand Mackinac Island, and “The Mighty Mac” (bridge) – although it’s quite difficult to see it on a cellphone camera (I opted not to bring any real cameras with me).

Between walks, I cooked up a couple of angus steaks and some corn on the cob – both were amazing – back at my site. Lit a fire last night as the weekend crowd started rolling in. I’ve got a couple with a very whiny daughter to my right now. Still no one on my left. I’m guessing that it’ll be just me and few folks in their motor homes if/when the water is turned off. I’ll cool with that. There’s a pit toilet about 200 yards from me and one shed where the water will remain turned on all winter. So it’s the same as Pictured Rocks would be – plus I’ve got electricity.

Camping at Cheboygan

Planning on doing some more walking on the point today, but we’ll see what the day brings.

9:51 AM 10/16/2017

On Saturday, I woke up fairly early – I’d guess around 7 – and, with no real plan in mind, started walking down the approach road away from the campground. After about a mile, I came upon road labeled “Poe Reef Cabin” and decided it looked like a nice walk. Locked gate, so I wouldn’t have to worry about traffic, and it headed off into the north woods, which I wanted to explore some more anyway.

Very shortly, I came upon the afore-mentioned cabin, which appeared to be bereft of humans, so I walked around it to the beach and sat in the wind for a while, looking across the straits to Makinac Island. Then walked back around the cabin, peered in the windows, availed myself of the outhouse, and made a snap decision to try to rent the place. Pulled out the phone (it’s great to have a couple of bars of coverage up here), and found that Poe Reef Cabin was available from Sunday until Thursday. Then checked my bank account and learned that I’d finally been reimbursed for my trip to Maryland from two months ago. That did it. I immediately tried to reserve the cabin and was immediately rejected because I already had a reservation at the campground. I resigned myself to doing it next year.

After walking some more (saw a porcupine), I ambled back to the campground – it was probably around 10:00 by then – and flagged down a passing ranger, there to clean the restrooms. I told him I still needed to pay him for my Michigan DNR passport (a parking pass necessary for all MI parks) and that I was wondering if I’d be able to get the cabin in spite of my campsite reservation. He told me, “Theresa will be in the ranger station at noon – sometime after noon – and she can probably help you.”

So I went back to my campsite, made some coffee, ate some peanuts, and waited for noon. At noon, went back to the office – no Theresa. Back to campsite. 1:00 rolled around, and Theresa still wasn’t at the office, so I tuned in to the Furman/VMI football game on my phone. I remember, back in the mid-90s, when David Willard and I would plan for days in advance trying to find a bar with a satellite dish that might possibly be able to get the Furman game. I even started a website about Furman football as a way to force myself to keep up with it and to help other people who were looking for places to hear and/or see the games. Now, I can just pull up Tune-In radio on my phone and hear the games live from anywhere in the world that has cellular coverage. Amazing.

Furman won, 42-10, by the way. But back to the story.

About halfway through the first quarter, I walked back to the ranger station and found that Theresa had arrived. We took care of my passport, and then I broached the subject of the cabin. She clicked and clattered away on her computer (complaining all the while about how slow it was, while I was still listening to my football game over the phone), and not only reserved the cabin for me for Sunday-Thursday, but also reimbursed me for those days at the campground. I told her that I’d happily eat the cost of those nights – if I have to give my money to any government entity, it would be the Michigan DNR (I mean that sincerely) – but she was adamant and I didn’t argue the point. The she offered to walk the key and combination for the cabin to my campsite later (which she did), and told me about Saturday night’s Halloween festivities.

The cabin was sounding better all the time. Apparently, the campground had set aside Saturday night as a “local kids don costumes and bother campers for candy” night. Later that night, there was the “Haunted Trail” campaign, during which, for $10, children (and, I assume, their folks) could walk along a few of the trails near the campground after dark and be frightened by various things set up on the trails.

I opted to turn my back on the moochers and drink bourbon while staring at Duncan Bay. Lit a fire somewhere around 5:30, as the wind began to pick up, and hit the sack, I’d guess, at around 8:00.

I have yet to spend any camp time in Michigan that doesn’t end with me tearing down in the rain, and Sunday morning was no exception. A squall came in out of the north shortly after I went to bed, and it more or less raged all night. At some point, one of the bungees holding my tarp up gave up the fight. This allowed my tarp to fold in half and completely expose my table – on which I’d left my lantern, stove, jetboil, and pans – and to soak everything. When I got up, somewhere around 8:00, I fixed that issue and then hoped for a break in the weather during which I could tear down while staying as dry as possible.

It never really happened. While I did get about 20 minutes of non-rain, the wind never let up. Every time a gust hit, rain fell out of the trees and covered everything again. In a nutshell, I did get everything sort of packed into the car, but I had no chance to dry out the tent or the tarp. And I was drenched. I took the opportunity, after packing everything, to use the campground’s shower, and felt much better. Headed out at about 12:45, but couldn’t check in to the cabin before 3:00. So I parked at the trail head, and started walking.

The squall had picked back up by now, so I tried to keep to the internal forest as much as possible. Every time I got within a quarter-mile of the lake, the wind and spray was pelting me and it was getting cold. I’d guess that the actual temp was around 45, but add strong winds and wet and I have no idea how cold things really were. Time went fairly slowly, as I walked probably 8 miles of trails waiting for 3:00. At 2:45, I was back at the trail head and thought, “Screw it. I’m going in.”

So I did. And when I opened the cabin door, I learned that the people who’d left earlier had left a nice birch log roasting in the wood stove. The inside of the cabin was between 75 and 80 degrees. It was the most amazing feeling that I’ve had since….it was just the most amazing feeling ever. I’m trying to compare it to sometime during a Shoreham winter when I came into the kitchen after playing outside, but it went beyond that. I was absolutely worn out and freezing when I opened the cabin door, and the sense of being warm and dry was incredible. I moved all of my stuff (except the tent) into the cabin, crawled into my sleeping bag, and slept for close to 4 hours. Then got up, ate a couple of sandwiches, played in the wind for another hour or so, and got back into bed. Slept until 9 this morning, with one interruption at 4:00 to get up and pee and throw some more wood into the stove. The wind was still howling at that hour, and it was very cold. By 9:00, however, the storm had cleared. The sun is now shining and the wind has died out as much as it can on the shore of a great lake. It’s still chilly – there was frost on my picnic table this morning – but the sun feels good and I’m hoping for temps in the upper 60s today. Inside my cabin as I type this, with some oak smoldering in the stove – flu nearly closed – it’s right at 60 degrees and feels wonderful.

I’ll do some more hiking today and, perhaps, drive into Cheboygan for a few supplies. Coffee, batteries, maybe some ice. And I’ll continue this tome as time permits.

Poe Reef Cabin

5:15 PM 10/18/2017
Today and yesterday were both phenomenal, weather-wise. Temperature was in the mid-60s and the sky was perfectly blue on both days. I did jump into the lake briefly yesterday (very cold) and considered it again today, but decided not to – though there’s still another hour or so of daylight left. Got a couple of long walks in on both days, and filled out things by sitting at my cabin, listening to podcasts and drinking. Also built a fire outside the cabin today.

During this morning’s walk, I startled an eagle out of a tree by the beach – first time I’ve ever seen one of those in the wild, and it was pretty cool. Other interesting wildlife that I’ve noticed this week are a flock of swans in the straits and a multitude of jet-black squirrels. Also got a couple of close-ups of a pilliated woodpecker over the course of the week. I assume it was the same bird, but it could be that all of them enjoy showering me with wood chips.

If you look closely, you can see a wild eagle in this picture

Planning on leaving before dawn tomorrow, but that really depends on how I sleep tonight. I woke up briefly at around 4 this morning, but convinced myself to go back to bed, where I happily snored until after 9. When I get home really depends on when I leave here. I’d like to get there before Friday night, so am hoping that I can suck it up and do the trip in one shot. Otherwise, I’ll probably end up stopping in Kentucky somewhere, and I hate to spend money in Kentucky. “Don’t support anyplace that supports Mitch McConnell,” is my motto.

As for the rest of today, I have no plans. Had a couple of sandwiches an hour or so ago, so I don’t think I’ll need to eat again. Already boiled some water and put it into my thermos for my morning sponge bath. I’ll probably have some coffee at some point, and I’m still listening to podcasts. Might watch a movie on the Surface Pro before bed. I brought 5 or 6 or them with me, planning to go through them in the campground – where I had electricity – but since moving to the cabin, I’ve had to be stingy with the amount of time that the computer is running. The phone and my iPod are fine – I’ve got a great portable charger – but once the Surface Pro dies, it’s done until I’m home or at a hotel.

To sum up, it’s been a great week – particularly the last four days – and I’m fairly certain that I’ll rent a cabin here again next year. Might try to get one of the other two that are about a mile farther up the point – they have better beaches – but I’ve got nothing negative to say about this one, and I’d take it again in a heartbeat.

Wind

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And it’s been three weeks without an update again.  Neat.  I do it this way just so that I might have something worth typing about.

Brett and I went back up to our hidden hunter shelter the week after the eclipse.  Knowing what to expect this time, we planned on car camping and brought speakers and coolers and firewood and all of the other great things that you can bring with you when you don’t plan to hike anywhere – like beer.  We spent a great two nights up there (Labor Day weekend), and even found – holy of holies – a pit toilet hidden in the brush behind the shelter.  Not just a hole dug in the ground, mind you.  An actual cement vault with a toilet on top of it.  Not a great deal of privacy if anybody happened to walk up to it while you’re doing your business, but since nobody was anywhere around, it was pretty perfect.

Did a bit of walking with the dogs (Brett brought four of them), got some more ideas for my upcoming sojourn to the upper peninsula, and enjoyed nearly perfect weather for the weekend.

Then it was back to the grind at work.  Not much to say about that.  I got assigned as primary to three more companies, which isn’t as glamorous as it sounds.  Other than that, it’s just more of the same.  Oh!  I did get taken off of the phone queue, which is nice.  I can actually concentrate on some of my more pressing tickets now without worrying about being interrupted.

I guess the big news was that Atlanta was put under its first-ever tropical storm warning a few days ago.  Hurricane Irma swept up through Florida and headed towards the big A, causing damned near every idiot in my adopted city to freak out.  I couldn’t wait for the thing to arrive.  I’ve always loved strong wind.

And…that’s about all we got.  In spite of the governor declaring the entire state an emergency area.  In spite of schools somehow making the decision to close for (at least) FOUR DAYS.  In spite of my own company declaring that everyone should work at home on Monday and Tuesday (I didn’t).  Here’s what I experienced in this mega-storm:

Sunday: A beautiful day, with an absolutely fantastic breeze blowing all day.  Gusts of about 20 MPH.

Monday: Light rain and breezy in the morning.  Empty roads on the way to work.  Me and one other consultant in the office.  Sprinkler system going full-blast all around the office.  Rained on and off all day – never very heavy.  Some pretty significant gusts (50-60 MPH) in the afternoon, lasting less than 5 seconds per gust.  Lots of leaves on the ground (you know – like it’s FALL or something).  Empty roads on the way home.  Rain stopped by 7:00, beautiful breeze continued with some occasional strong gusts.  Opened all of the windows (the cats loved it).  Sat on the deck for a while with my eyes closed and imagined I was at Lake Superior.  Went to bed with the windows open.  Slept like a rock.

Tuesday: Light rain and breezy in the morning.  Empty roads on the way to work.  Drove around two trees that had fallen into roads (over the course of my 14-mile commute).  Me and three other consultants in the office.  Rain ended by about noon.  Breeze died.  Light traffic on the way home.  Rehearsal until 9:30.  Home in a drizzle.

Wednesday: Any other day.

So that was the Tropical Storm Trauma, huh?  Not much different than any summer storm.  Yet many schools are closed on Thursday….

I mentioned that I got some new ideas for my Superior trip during the Labor Day car campout.  Ended up buying a Kelty 12-foot hiker’s tarp (which I’ve actually been meaning to do for years), and while looking for it, I stumbled across a double-wide Kelty sleeping bag, rated to 20 degrees.  It’s pretty fantastic.  Has a zip-off quilt and internal blankets and I’ve been sleeping in it on my bed for the last several nights.  Incredibly comfortable, very warm when it needs to be, but wide enough to let me stretch out, cool off, and be very comfortable.  It will be a wonderful topping for the air mattress in the back of the Subaru.

Can not wait to get back to the lake.  I don’t remember the last time that I needed (and I do mean NEEDED) a vacation so much.  Ironic that I’ll be going to basically the same spot where I found out that I was probably getting laid off, which is what ended up making me need to go back so much.

And that’s about all that’s new for now.  I’ll probably think of more stuff later, but won’t write about it for another two weeks.

Catching Up

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I’ve spent a great deal of time this morning attempting to get the permissions set correctly on this WordPress site, and – so far – have had very little luck in doing so.  I did manage to get a plug-in installed to tell me what’s WRONG; Unfortunately, it has been unsuccessful at actually fixing those things.  Looks like I’ll be doing manual edits for a while.

I perused my latest entry and discovered that I haven’t written anything since going to Annapolis two weeks ago, so here’s a quick rundown on what’s gone on since then.

As mentioned, I spent the week of August 8th in Annapolis, MD, helping to set up a new client for the X Company.  It was pretty straightforward stuff – adding machines to the domain, setting up printers, installing the correct version of the Citrix receiver and antivirus on machines, and then spending a few days working with the people there and showing them how to navigate the cloud, finding fixes for individual problems, etc.  I would have enjoyed myself a lot more if some actual planning had gone into the project, rather than just a basic, “Here’s a domain controller. Knock yourself out,” approach.  The more I work at this company, the more I realize that they talk a really good game about project management, but they actually do very little of it.  If/when I’m ever able to find another gig – and if I get an exit interview – that will be the #1 thing I have to say.  They’re growing too fast, they don’t plan for more than the simplest changes, and it’s eventually going to bite them in the ass.

Maryland itself was fine, I guess.  I didn’t see much of it.  Contrary to the thoughts of a few of my friends, I was not on a vacation.  I was up by 5:30, in the office by 7:30, worked 11-12 hours a day, and returned to my hotel, where I normally ate microwave macaroni and cheese and either watched television or played “Medal of Honor” for an hour before going to bed.

I did go out to dinner one night with my co-worker, Nate.  We found a sushi place across the street from my hotel and gorged on it.  Blew through my entire per diem for that one meal, but it was worth it.  Besides, by eating Mac & Cheese every other night, I made a few hundred bucks on unspent per diem.

I had planned to drive back from MD on Friday morning, but the more I thought about it, the more attractive it became to leave on Thursday night.  I didn’t want to hit morning traffic in D.C.  I wanted to have an extra day to decompress at home before going back to work at the office.  And – seriously – I missed my cats.  So I left at about 7:30 Thursday night.

Had a fairly uneventful drive, although I discovered U.S. 360 West – got on it somewhere around Richmond and took it over to 29 South.  Very pretty drive, although I got confused at one point and ended up on an “ExpressPay” lane for about a half a mile.  Since I don’t have any type of transponder, I’m wondering when I’m going to get a bill for that, and how much that little goof is going to cost me.

I got home at around 5:30 Friday morning, slept for a good part of the day, mowed some lawns, and had a decent weekend before going back to the phones on Monday.

The GBB kicked off rehearsals on Tuesday, so that was a nice diversion.

While in MD, I requested and received paid time off for August 21 & 22 (which is today).  That being the case, I headed for the NC mountains on Saturday, August 19, with an eye towards catching the solar eclipse in both totality and relative seclusion.

As it turned out, there were about a billion other people who had the same idea, and so it was incredible luck that I got lost on the way to my original destination (Big Fat Gap) and ended up driving down an increasingly horrible road that ended at a lovely hunter’s shelter near Deep River Gap.  My friend Brett, who had planned to meet me at BFG, got concerned on Saturday afternoon because 1}BFG was incredibly crowded, and 2}I hadn’t shown up.  So he started randomly driving around the area and actually ended up finding me on the increasingly horrible road.

This is not the first time that we’ve managed to locate each other, without any type of communication, in 20 square miles or more of wilderness.  We started talking about it on Saturday night and determined that we’ve probably done the same thing – him finding me or vice versa – 5 or 6 times in the last 15 years.  It’s uncanny.

Anyway, the increasingly horrible road was a godsend, because we only saw 2 cars and 1 motorcycle at our shelter between Saturday afternoon and Monday afternoon.  People would see the road and just turn around.

I know this, because I damned near did the same thing.  Now that I know where the shelter is, though….gold.

On Monday morning, Brett said that he wanted to catch the eclipse somewhere along the Cherahola Skyway, but I was in no mood to fight with the crowds and the traffic (I’d heard that Huckleberry Knob – where we’d originally planned to hike up and see the thing – had been outfitted with dumpsters and porta-potties), so I stayed at the shelter and Brett left.  I’d been told that an old, closed, forestry road that continued up the mountain from my shelter eventually ended up at The Hangover, which is a beautiful spot in the Joyce Kilmer forest; so at around 1130, I started hiking up it.

After 3.5 to 4 miles – every motherlovin’ step of it UPHILL – the road-cum-footpath ended up at a clearing in the middle of absolutely nowhere.  By then, it was 1:15, and I decided to head back down and try to make it to my backup plan for the eclipse, which was a nice little hill on one side of the increasingly horrible road that would offer close to a 360-degree view.

While the hike down was much (MUCH) easier than the one going up, it still took a while, and when I found an open spot on the trail at around 2:00, I took out my eclipse glasses just to see if anything was happening.  Good thing I did, because the eclipse was well under way by then.

So I set up my tripod and camera (did I mention that I carried both of those things all the way up that trail?  Auuuuugggghhhh!!), and spend the next 40 minutes trying to get some shots.  I assume that I did.  I haven’t looked at my memory card yet.  I did, however, get a look – with my eyes – during the 2 minutes or so of totality.

Wow!  It really was cool to see the corona.  Very cool.

It was also a fascinating experience in less majestic ways.  Like, for instance, the way that it went from light to dark as if someone had flipped off a switch.  Or the way that the crickets were chirping and birds were singing their twilight songs in the middle of the afternoon.  Or the fact that the temperature dropped about 15 degrees in 60 seconds. Or that I could actually see a few stars.  I’ve seen (that I recall) two other solar eclipses – but never totality.

It was worth the trip, and the increasingly horrible road, and the 3-mile hike uphill to nowhere.

After the meat of it was over, I continued back down the trail to my car at the shelter, packed up, took one last drink of filtered stream water, and headed out.  Within 500 yards, I saw a truck approaching from down the increasingly horrible road, and pulled on to a turn-out to let it by.  It pulled up next to me, and I saw that it was occupied by a family of 5.  The driver, looking very concerned, asked me, “How much longer does this go on?”  I told him he was near the dead-end and that the worst was over, and the kids in the back started celebrating.

So at least one other family no knows the location of my new happy place.  Though, I don’t know if they’ll want to make the trip again.  When I said, “Truck,” earlier, I meant “Minivan-like vehicle.”  I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it had bottomed out at least four times to get as far as it got – and that part about “the worst being over” was a complete lie on my part.  The last 500 yards were the worst on the road.

But I’ll go back.  And I might even hike that stupid trail again, although my calves are SCREAMING at me this morning.

The NC mountains never fail to calm me.

Fun while it lasted

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As expected, I spent most of today removing Ubuntu from my Surface Pro and reinstalling Windows. I’m currently downloading the Windows 10 update for it – which is what I was trying to accomplish when everything went balls up last year. Hopefully it will work this time. I’m typing this on the SP, which has Windows 8 installed currently, and it’s just so much better than Linux. I try. I really do. But I’m still a child of Microsoft.

I finally got a little bit of training regarding the work that I’m supposed to be doing in Annapolis beginning next Sunday. One interesting li’l tidbit that came up during said training: Book flights 21 days in advance. Had I been planning on flying, that would have been a good thing to know prior to 7 days before leaving, huh? I’m also a bit ticked that travel expenses are reimbursed, rather than put on a corporate card, but maybe I got spoiled at BS and ATT. Wonder what would happen if I just say, “Hey, I can’t afford to pay for this up front. Sorry.”

Anyway, I still haven’t been able to get in touch with the project manager or the team lead for this little trip, so it’s going to be interesting. I don’t know who the client is, what the address is, if there’s a preferred hotel….this is all stuff that I was supposed to have been told three or four weeks ago. I was talking to Jenny about this stuff today, and I honestly think the X company has just grown too fast this year. They’ve got people in middle management who don’t know how to manage. Two months ago, they were doing network installations. Today, they’re supposed to be managing projects with multiple new people – like me – who haven’t been given any real training. It’s not frustrating. It’s not frightening. It’s just annoying. Trying to keep a good public attitude, but it gets tough.

Weather-wise, it has been ridiculously hot for the past couple of weeks. I actually mowed the lawn in the dark last week because I just couldn’t stand the thought of doing it when I first go home from work. Too hot. That’s also been cutting down on my morning walks, as I’d rather just go back to bed at 5:20 AM instead of walking for an hour in a 95-degree sauna. Not going out every day has started to play a bit of hell on my feet, as when I do go out, they tend to hurt. Went through the same thing a few years ago.

I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a post on this thing that will be updated frequently – like every day – with just a “what I did today” type of thing, while still reserving the right to compose longer things every week or two. I’m not sure how that would work, which is why I haven’t tried it so far.

That’s about enough for today. Not much new in my life, as you can tell. Still not satisfied with the employment situation, still wondering how and when I can just retire…still wondering what the big picture of my life is, to be honest. Or if there is one. And, if so, do I really care about it all that much? Maybe THIS is the real mid-life crisis, and that little mental vibration I had a few years ago was nothing. It felt more urgent then. Now, it’s just…eh.

Tally-ho and all that. My next post will probably be from Maryland.