State Fair

All right. The sky is graying. I am sitting in the bedroom in the old dialysis Lazy-Boy. There was just a popup message saying that there was a serious error, but we go on. The AC is on, though strickly speaking, I don’t need it. It is for comfort only.
Liam and I went to Phalen and hit balls at their driving range. I thought that it’d be good there because they have their yardage marked more clearly. Being there was just okay, however. We’ll have to try the University driving range next. We didn’t do the Family Fun Night. This was the last one of the season. But we did do four of them, which was really good. Liam is hitting the ball very well, making contact and sending it 100 yards or so. He is hitting chronically off to the right, to about two o’clock. I am hoping that he’ll allow for another lesson. I am thinking of signing both of us up for a Community Ed beginner’s class.
Madeline and I went shopping before that. My objective was to get some household things to make cleaning more appealing. I had an ephany about the bathroom. At work, the people that clean the bathrooms cruise through it, taking ten minutes or so. Doesn’t seem so long considering the size of the bathrooms. And I realized that one reason is that there isn’t a bunch of other stuff in there like at home. No toothpaste, shampoos, and on and on. So my idea was to take all those things out of the bathroom, the downstairs one anyway, where we have a shower, and put them onto a shelf across from the door. Madeline wanted a water-proof radio to listen to in the shower and some other stuff. So we ended up going to Target, Herberger’s, and Cub Foods on University in the Midway. Most of the stuff came from Target; Herberger’s had the shower radio; Cub the batteries for the radio as well as a nifty self-serve checkout, allowing us to exit in record time.
While Madeline and I were doing that, Dorothea, Liam, and Yuna went grocery shopping. Yuna wanted to see a “big” grocery store. Nothing could be more eye-popping than our multi-ethnic Rainbow grocery store, where Dorothea likes to shop.
When we were all back together, I realized that I was kaput. I was interested in getting the pictures off the memory stick. We had gone to the State Fair on Saturday, and I wanted to get some of those for the blog. Well, that led me on a long and frustrating path that can be summarized as–well, computers suck.
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But the picture thing leads me to this photo. Not too many days after Yuna arrived, we took her to Sea Salt, which is a (surprisingly very good) restaruant in the Minnehaha park pavillion. Afterward, we stopped to listen to a free concert at the music pavillion. I was taken with the beauty of the trees and the sunset and tried to capture it. I liked the random way that the tree trunks seemed to float at different levels again the color of the grass. Don’t think that I captured that, though. Instead, the picture seems like this split between anonymous people paying attention to something unknown off to right, and, in the foreground, for some other unexplained reason, there are trees blocking the view. Oh well. Here for what it is worth is the original photo. Audience, stage. Everything.
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Claritin-D taboo

I have created a wiki to use as an electronic version of flashcards for studying for the PMP certification exam. I probably spent 1-2 hours directly setting it up. I am typing in the questions and the answers. There are many hours of that ahead. I am probably about 20% done. The Mediawiki program that I am using has a random function to bring up the questions; below the question is a link to the page with the answer. So far, so good. Labor intensive, but it seems like an appropriate way to get through all the cards, and then I have a nice way to go through them randomly. (How random depends on the quality of the wiki’s random function.)

Last night, while driving home from the PMP Certification prep class, I listened to a public radio program about Bill Norris, the founder of Control Data. In weird ways, our lives have intersected. I am typing email at a computer now. I am working in a building that was originally a Control Data factory. I used to work and will be returning to work at what was the original Univac building. Norris was a codebreaker during WWII, specializing in computers, After the war, started ERA computers in Saint Paul. This was a secret contemporary of the ENIAC, the first computer. These two groups merged to form Univac in the 1950s. Norris got fed up with the bureaucracy there and started Control Data in 1959. (Year of my birth.) The whole time he lived in a house in the Highland Park neighborhood, not far from my current home.

Last night, we got one of those dread midnight phone calls. Turned out to be a neighbor across the street. She was hearing a very loud noise in her house and didn’t know what to do about it. D. and I and two other neighbors showed up with flashlights and set to investigating. It was a loud rumbling noise in her kitchen. They are in the midst of a major remodeling, and recently had something done with the plumbing. Turned out that there was a hot water shutoff valve underneath the upstairs bathroom sink that was slightly open. The air and water through the tight space had created a sort of “house tuba.” I was an advocate early on of flipping circuit breakers to see if that would stop the sound. When attention turned to water, I advocated simply shutting off the main water valve to verify. There was, however, another man there, so we followed his lead.

The dates and times are a bit off; I wrote the above paragraphs yesterday at work in an e mail to myself. It is now Thursday morning. I had been contemplating taking the day off to go to the first day of the State Fair–I like going early in the morning–it is especially clean then. But, the weather looks bad, and Liam has a day camp and Dorothea is working. Oh well.

Also, yesterday morning I went through the surreal indignity of buying Claritin-D. Now I know I can only buy 3 milligrams a day and 6 milligrams a month at the CVS store at Snelling and University. Buying two boxes to stock up put me over the limit. I know that I should have this societal, can-do, let’s go team feeling about this, that I, through my minor inconvenience am keeping yet another mother off drugs, but I don’t feel that way. I feel needlessly put upon by something that looked like good election year politics.

 

Cousins

I took this right off the website http://www.obliquity.com/family/misc/cousin.html. The question came up about how my children are related to their mom’s cousin. (First cousin, once removed, I say.) But don’t take my word for it. I Googled “explain cousins” and this. Total randomness and, potentially, hours of fun. Entertaining, useful, and timely–the best that blogging has to offer.

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Camped out at Nina’s:Saturday morning

7:44 Saturday morning. Bus rumbles. Espresso machine whirs. I am downloading memos from the Palm Pilot to the laptop. I am way behind on blog entries. (Blogs: how are they to be successful? By being timely, useful, or entertaining, some combination, or all three. Don’t know where this thing hits.)
 
My objective is too study for my project management certification exam. I am not awake yet though, and my mind wanders. I have today’s New York Times; my laptop, the Palm, the cell phone, and my study stuff. So, while my objective is studying, I have brought plenty of distractions, and I am still pretty foggy–haven’t eaten yet or had any coffee.
 
The price of coffee appears to have dropped about 10%, but I have not seen any references to it in the media. I find it baffling. Brazil must have had a great crop or something.
 
So much so that I just went to my Google home page on the way to my blog and saw this “NASA Picture of the Day” and couldn’t resist it. Note the fault lines.
 
Dione, Saturn's icy moon; Cassini, 2005
 
Hey Celiné. How are you doing? I see someone from a wanadoo.fr address has been visiting. I am guess that it is you. We’ve got big news–we’re going to an intern this fall. A twenty-one year-old woman from Brittany named Yuna. She’s coming in two weeks, in time for us to take her to the State Fair!
 
Well there you go–see Dave meander. But now is time to eat my oat meal and look at the paper. I will hopefully put in some back-posts, like what I have just downloaded from by Palm.