White Lightning Axiom: Redux

SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL! It's already Wednesday? Where does the time go? Oh, yeah, right here into this blog. Fortunately, I have something to engage me at work right now so my time is actually being put to good use. At least in my boss's eyes. My requirements document is going fairly slow. The jrPM and I misunderstood the mission and have to redress what is being produced. We need to produce a FUNCTIONAL requirements document. Some of the elements I am working with do not exist within the current system architecture and will most likely re-worked to fit into other existing code bases. Not so much for the correctness of where they belong as for the politics and work distribution that will come to bear in the near future. So be it. My departure hour comes quickly and I hit the road faster than a bug on a windshield. As I'm racing down the Turnpike, a black guy in an older hatchback pulls up behind me and waves frantically at me. I am startled at first. There is no 'Friendly' interchanges of ideas on the Turnpike. Either it is honking horns, angry gesticulations or hot lead. In my case, searing sub-atomic particle streams. In any case, the gets my (shocked) attention and points in an exaggerated motion towards my rear passenger side tire. Wow, he is telling me that my tire is flat/going flat. I'm speechless. I give a gesture of acknowledgement and he falls back in behind me. Someone is getting a karma-bump today.

When I disembarked the SuperSaturn after reaching the Haupertonian Manor CarPort, I saw that the tire that was in the process of deflating was the driver side rather than the passenger side. I'm a bit disturbed at this. This is the third tire that has been punctured within over the last few months. I'm starting to suspect sabotage. Either at the client site or at the Manor. Most likely the client site though. Someone may be unhappy about my parking privileges. If I did park among the masses, it would be yet another spot that would not be available to them. The fools. Or, I could just be absurdly unlucky and have run over 4 nails in 2 months. I attach the pump I keep in the trunk and let it run for a bit to replace the lost pressure.

Twin S&R, Refuel at the USA Carwash, dinner ... it's all good. Try to get Jake to Poop, the dog won't hunt. Go figure. I have bigger (more predictable) fish to fry tonight. The Mrs and I have decided that at 2.5, the kids no longer need to sleep in cribs. The Child Detainment Cubes we purchased for the twins are upgradable in so much that the can go from a crib, to a toddler bed to a regular day bed. It was expensive, but not nearly as cost prohibitive as the three combined. I apparently had the parts for the conversion stored in basement level 5W and the tools needed were two Allen wrenches. Converting both cribs took less than an hour. There was one hitch though. We only had one 'roll bar' to keep them from falling off the mattress. When we let them sleep in the mile-wide water bed, we put pillows along the sides of the bed or sleep along the sides to keep them from falling over the 500 Ft drop to the carpet below. With the reconstruction complete, the Mrs escorts Jake up to the palatial nursery to get his opinion. He is thrilled. He immediately jumps into bed and pulls the quilt up over himself. If he enjoys it this much, we may not have to deal with his penchant for escaping. Alexis is a bit more cool in her opinion. She seems concerned, reserved even. I'm guessing it is a "We'll see if this is doable." class of discernment on her part.

Did I mention that I prepared two racks of baby-back ribs for the Mrs on Monday night? No? Well, she complained about the cost, but not about the most delicious and succulent preparation that she dove into. In the end, she nearly consumed one whole set of ribs. I know that she liked them, she did not say a peep until I pressed her for an evaluation. I have a feeling that the remaining rack will have a brutally short lifespan.

The night went peacefully till 0500. I heard the sweet melody of Jacobs aquarium-night light-music box softly bubbling forth from the monitor. No complaints, no little thumps of running feet, no banging of slammed doors. The Mrs told me to get back into bed and let him go back to sleep if he wasn't going to leave the room. He didn't leave, neither did I. Interesting development. Eventually, we do have to get up. While the Mrs prepares herself for a day of corporate combat, I check in on the twins. They are still blissfully asleep. We had put the futon next to Jacobs open crib to keep him from falling out. When I removed it, he stirs and begins to quietly say "No. No Daddy." I guess he is not ready to abandon his bed, but the morning is quickly dissolving. My little ones are truly growing up before my eyes. It so ... rewarding.

# posted by mdmhvonpa @ 10:31 PM